*** GALACTIC ARCHIVES Eb76b-19287120 ***

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Date of recording unknown, though logic dictates production occurring between 2177-2178 during Alfredo Kilgore's short-lived solo career. Female vocalist unknown, though can be presumed originating from the pleasure planet Scabies-7.

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i'm here to interject

what do you mean we haven't started yet

i got my ticket to the show, a metric cuban ton of blow, and i wanna know why the sticker shock still has me tippin' on my toes

bring a bigger lock, this one's ready to break

i can't say i didn't kick it in but we all wanted to see anyway

what is the method to my madness

the telemetry of your sadness

i'll only stay involved till i can look back and say i've had this

but keep fighting, little tiger, i'm sure the good guys will always win

it's not like it takes a genius to figure out the kind of shit we're in

it's just a storybook

don't fret

everybody tellin' their tales

let them go on

it's only a matter of time until they run out of words

and gotta look at what they have been all along

it ain't squat, son

i'm tired of the truth, let's dig into some fantasy

let's see

i have always been in envy of these law-abiding weaklings and my acts of unconscionable moral ambiguity have been a cry for some attention, oh, and did i happen to mention i'm really a great guy deep inside, it's just a way for me to hide, if you break through all these layers of filth you might find something that reminds you of the day i was just a little babe, maybe it's that look i just gave

naw

that was just my yearning for the grave

it's just a storybook

don't fret

everybody tellin' their tales

let them go on

it's only a matter of time until they run out of words

and gotta look at what they have been all along

it ain't worth shit, son