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Now you're stuck with me in limbo

Take a number,get in line

I'll absorb your opinions

And pretend your thoughts are mine

Greasy food and porn

Here's your medication

I will make you dance

Like an Indian cobra

I am your fakir

One more cup of Saint John's wort tea

Then i can get out of bed

Purple spots on turquoise mushrooms

Now I must clean up my mess

Greasy food is porn

Your shopping mall is your home

I will make you prance

Like a true believer

I am your fakir