Magic Stationwagon Lyrics

Put my bony fingers on my sliding coffin
Drag upon the rag
It's a thing we gotta do
Kill my inspiration
Drowning in your Stationwagon

Pushing like a fishing pole
And just to spread the leg on the cracker
And the magic chicken claw
Fridge is full, a carton of milk, butter, rabbit 'n' juice

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