2002-10-25 - 1:22 a.m.
Grasping, hand outstretched in space,
Gasping and doubt, wretched of face,
The future driver of the bus
That furthers the commute of us
On our way to where he was
Tortured by an Army buzz
A little shot, this could be big!
We'll make his mind our guinea pig
If ESP is really true
We'll make the espionage debut!
Ain't life great? Won't that be grand?
We'll make the grade! A new command?
Oops! He went psycho. Lost his head.
Back to the laboratory, Fred.
He had some issues, some defects...
Increase the amount of drug, who's next?
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