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Текст и слова песни Misc Dementia – Poppies! Poppies! Poppies! Poppies!

(Cough)
Whoa, I'm having a strange dream, man!
But the flowers smell so good,
I'm getting pretty tired, and they smell so good
I'm just gonna stretch out again in this little field of

POPPIES! POPPIES! POPPIES!
OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!
Dorothy! Dorothy! Dorothy!
(SNIFFFFFFF)
DOROTHY! DOROTHY! DOROTHY!
(mumble, mumble)
Along came old man in an El Dorado II, screeched to a halt,
An old man with a big red nose
Toking a bottle of Yukon Jack
Strolled up to me and said, "Son."
I said, "Old man, don't bother me. POPPIES, MMMMMMMMM!"
He said, "T-Bone!"
I said, "Wait a minute, this old man knows my name, he must be
THE WIZARD!"
It must be the Wizard
The Wizard of Oz
Why have you come to haunt me?
O, Wizard of Oz.
I said, "O, Wizard, old-wise-one, I've been on a quest
To dream the impossible dream
Walking down the road again, doo-dah, doo-dah
And I met these little people
We are the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids,
They said follow the yellow brick road
Follow, follow, follow
And I got tired
POPPIES! POPPIES! (etc.)
Lord, o lord, I've been through hell!"
He said, "Slow down, son, relax."
I said, "But, wizard, I have come so far to find the truth of life!"
He said, "Slow down, son, you've got me all wrong. You see, how
can I put this to you. I've been sitting in this field for a
long time, myself, and I've come to find the only truth is here
in this bottle."
I said, "Wizard!"
He said, "No, truly, son. In fact, I'd rather have this bottle in
front of me than
A FRONTAL LOBOTOMY!"
How profound, Wizard!

Some girl with psychic power, she said, "T-Bone, what's your sign?"
I blink and answer, "Neon!" I thought I'd blow her mind.
She's reading Moby Dick by some fruitcake named Herman,
She's chomping on a knockwurst, was the duchess really German?
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is this really Butte, Montana, or just existential blues?

Really Butte, Montana?
Is this Plato's heebie-jeebies?
Is this schizoid paranoia?

(Star Trek-like sound effects)

La-la-la-la-la-la-la, existential blu-uuu-uuues!

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