There will be people going cuckoo for my cuckoos

Feeble minds enamored by the clock

Just a strain of that refrain, it's like candy for the brain,

They'll be lining up around the block

Courtesy of nimble little fingers

There's a folksy kind of antique homemade touch

But the really big advantage of enslaving little children

Is that you don't have to pay them much

What a fancy clock they'll say

Any price I set, they'll pay

They've attuned their hearts' desire

It's a Flouglemire

What a wonderful song they'll cry

If you stand too close, you'll die

It's a melody pure and nice

They'll pay triple price

We'll export them out to England, France, and China

They'll adore them in the northern ports of Spain

Every nation, adoration, freakin' worldwide domination

We'll be riding on the gravy train

We'll be moping up the money in the morning

We'll be rolling in our riches afternoon

In the evening we'll dine on the finest meat and wine

And we'll eat it with a silver spoon

What a fancy spoon, they'll say

"May I take your coat?" "You may"

He's a cuckoo clock suplier

Mr. Flouglemire

And we're sorry, but no C.O.D.

But we offer a full warranty

But the warranty already expired

You've been Flouglemired (HA)

What a fancy clock, they'll shout

What a pretty little tune comes out

I shall have my just desserts

Now, get these orphans back to work!

>>2136122

Juno was mad

He knew he'd been had

So he shot at the sun with a gun

Shot at the sun with a gun

Shot at his wily one only friend

In the gallows or the ghetto

In the town or the meadow

In the pillows even over the sun

Every end of the time is another begun

You understand

Mechanical hands

Are the ruler of everything

I'm the ruler of everything

In the end

Do you like how I dance?

I've got zirconium pants!

Consequential enough

To slip you into a trance

Do you like how I walk?

Do you like how I talk?

Do you like how my face

Disintegrates into chalk?

I have a wonderful wife

I have a powerful job

She criticizes me for being egocentric

You practice your mannerisms

Into the wall

If this mirror were clearer

I'd be standing so tall

I saw you slobber over clovers on the side of the hill

I was observing the birds

Circle in for the kill

I've been you

I know you

Your facade is a scam

You know you're making me cry

This is the way that I am

I've been living a lie

A metamorphical scheme

Detective undercover brotherhood

Objective: obscene

Oh no, no

Oh yeah

Do you hear the flibbity jibbity jibber jabber

With an oh my god I've got to get out of here or I'll have another

Word to sell

Another story to tell

Another time piece ringing the bell

Do you hear the clock stop when you reach the end

No

You know it must be never ending

Comprehend if you can

But when you try to pretend to understand

You resemble a fool

Although you're only a man

So give it up and

Smile

You understand

Mechanical hands

Are the ruler of everything

Ruler of everything

I'm the ruler of everything

In the end

Without looking down

Gliding around

Like a bumbling dragon I fly

Scraping my face on the sky

Oh no, no

Oh yeah

>>2136367

Not clear. But they are archived by the NSA.

Woke up today with a lay of the land

Feather in cap and the sun in the sand

It was easy

It was easy to understand

Everything suddenly falls out of sight

Every attachment is made of the light

That you offered

You have offered to give me life

See the sky and all the land together again

See the way the earth can stay below

Who do we think we are?

Everything plays a part

There are some things we are never meant to know

Having enjoyed all the meat from the bone

Is perfectly equal to being alone

It was even

But you breathe and I turn to stone

Everything suddenly looks like a sign

Easy to see from the outermost clime

I believe in what I leave in the way behind

And all the parts combine to one

And all of us around the sun

Everything will fall away

To order from the disarray

See the sun the shadows cast

From all the times I floated past

See the ocean spinning out

With all the hope and all the doubt

See the sky and all the land together again

See the way the earth can stay below

Who do we think we are?

Everything plays a part

There are some things we don't understand

Reasons on the other hand

There are some things we are never meant to know

>>2136422

Good ol' patriot act, I believe. But the goog has been mighty comfy with intelligence, so likely it's the former.