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​Boris And His 3 Verses, Including Flow Guides Aren't My Bag

This song is by Yezda Urfa and appears on the album Boris (1975).

In my eyes, I have seen this before,
Golden mountains with dirt on the floor,
And the light waves contract and distort
As a lone sun ship sets into port.

Animation has jumped from the block,
Voice control keeps sidereal clock,
It's madness pointing at you.

As we search for the strange bleeding eyes,
Heavy makeup that tells only lies,
Satan's humor has caused us to laugh,
Egg-headed men figure out the new math.

Does your fortune lie flat in the sand?
Is it taken by man's business plan?
Write furious, the water recedes.

The migration has left only few
As the dragon has come into view;
And cascading from heavens above,
Came the wise men who preached only love.

And the scriptures must always make sense,
Over simple, the mind is too dense.
March onward, the soldier arrives...
March onward, biding his time...
March onward, losing his mind...

Saviors who have crossed the ages
Seek to find the proper pages
That were written on the bathroom wall.

Conquered waste don't bump the waiter
Evil lie, my king, dictator
Plagiarized by death the overall.

Saviors who have crossed the ages
Seek to find the proper pages
That were written on the bathroom wall.

Conquered waste don't bump the waiter
Evil lie, my king, dictator
Plagiarized by death the overall.