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There are brains in the trains
In the blood in the feet
In the skin on the bones
That don't know where they is
But they knows where to goes
Like a lost translation
Wig'lin' in the earhole
Sweet like a cavity
Only moments ago
And here it comes againly
'e's got bass in his chest
Naught but knots in his guts
Clappin' hands to his beat
Hollerin' mad coughin'
Need change for sumpin' eat
Plink plink in the pocket
He needs like a needle
Sidewalk walks tappin' veins
Arteries clogged wit' folks
What know nowheres to goes
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