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My Saturday Night Fever Turned Into A Sunday Morning Rash

This song is by Holy Molar and appears on the EP Cavity Search (2007).

I'm turned off.
That repression bit's jazzercized my provocative thesis:
Your ass is grass!
In fact you're dead all ready, jerk off!
Those mental mechanisms are just rusty cars traffic gridlocked in yourself-dazzling presumptuosness.
Isn't it just so weird?
The more you ask the less I know.
Ancient functions get reprogrammed.
Tomorrow sex is just a stab for nostalgia and agendas for the future are just a twitch to rumble arousal hopes surpass audience attendance:
The fees of ears for fucking.