Folkways behave
Monarchs decay
She waved my way
Said, Apple's Okeh
Big Pink stays
Sun City made
Crossed out James
Left with Cain
His bowels gave out
Her lungs turned black
His brain atrophied
Into a walnut
Take 'em out west
Where they can rest
for good
He's Flying Nun
She's perfect Babylon
They fleed the asylum
and returned home to Eden
It's cold in bare heals
Bad genes and alleles
Figure you're bettin'
On eternal Heaven
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