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My Son, My Secretary, My Contry

Guided By Voices

with your mission wilting,
and your kids sulking,
happy birthday mr. sink.
throw your flowers in the river and drink.
weve got cowbells and clay,
make us all obey,
and work will be of worth,
for the sketch of explorers,
and the hot air annoyers,
good men destoyers,
future employers,
cowboys and lawyers,
and we all will be warriors.
Rahhhhhhhhh!