The creature in the sky,
got sucked in ahole,
now there's a hole in the sky,
and the ground's not cold.
and if the ground's not cold,
everything is gonna burn,
we'll all take turns,
i'll get mine, too.
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One of those songs that at a very specific juncture in your life you heard all the time--in this case in my shambolic first two years in NYC--and then never again. Damn it, I can't remember the name of the polish/ukrainian bar a couple doors down from McSorley's on 8th Street, but that was where this song was always playing. There was cheap beer and a couple of pool tables and the ceiling was very low, and it was so smoky, my Brit friend Simon likened it to a kippering factory.
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