My name is Mr. Touchshriek
Of Touchshriek with mail over and fantasy
My shop sells egg shells off the shesores and
empty females
Im thinking of leasing the room above my shop
To a Mr. Walloff Domburg
A reject from the world wide Internet
Hes a broken man
Im also a broken man
It would be nice to have company
We could have great conversations
Looking through windows for demons
And watching the young advance in all electric
Some of the houses around here
still have inhabitants in them
Im not sure if theyre from this country or not
I dont get to speak much to anyone
or that sort of thing
If I had another broken name
Oh, I dream of something like that
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