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Year of Promotion
Throw away all of that junk science,
It's not worth anything,
Like a broken appliance.
Make a wild guess,
It's never domesticated,
The answer is untamed,
The answer is barbaric.
The dam will break,
When all the flood gates open,
Make this the year,
Of your promotion.
Wash the dirty bomb,
It only wants to hurt you,
What an explosive temper,
I know the anger can't get any better.
It's the lion's share,
With an acquired taste,
In the jungle,
Not in a snowy place.
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Steve Bujanow, Chris Theriault, Neo Cortex The Band, aka Neo Cortex
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