Boyd Rice Disneyland Can wait
Artist Boyd Rice from the album Music, martinis and misanthropy Someday I ll take you to Disneyland We ll go on Mr. Toad s Wild Ride, and follow him straight to hell But that s not necessary just now For now hell s all around us Now rubber devils, no smell of sulphur But hell nonetheless Hell more grotesque than any medieval woodcut Instead of dramatic demons: a lifeless shuffling horde Without souls, without imagination, without worth And beyond redemption
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