Arborists - Big Hardcore Shatner Lyrics

Zapp Brannigan reporting for duty
You're too Freudian to be an angel
I dig it
And I see the doubt
In your own little cubby
Yet you still emerge as the
Cubby, or chrysalis?
Ah you're a dime piece bitch
Bitch!
Your wingspan is the Schwartzchild radius of serpentine light
All these spiraling edges
Fibonacci's trying to surf but he's just
Flying across North America
An eagle
Not a butterfly
Isn't that what I said to you
When I was
Unashamedly wasted
Bitch!
Or was that someone else I was projecting
Through your
Smooth, hippery theatre
You're making me trip honey
And I want you as my scenery
You kick the shit out of Tassie
Here it is

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