Open call for prison architects
Send me your blueprints ASAP
Stack the walls such that I cannot breathe
Man is breedin' forever,
Because of the weather
I hope soon to leave from the east

No more absolutes, no more absolutes
Stick your penitentiary clothes inside the vent And run along, Leigh

Amateur seasalt gatherers colonized
They're good enough for Conrad Hilton,
Not good enough for my eyes
I trust you will tell me
If I am making a fool of myself
Man is breedin' forever, breedin' forever,
They come out and blister the sea, oh yeah


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Fin Lyrics as written by Stephen Malkmus

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