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The magic is black, backyard happy and fertile |
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For Kasso, the Acid King of the Black Circle |
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Same year Bowie dropped |
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Two horns hatched and matured to gore Northport's '84 |
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Here is '84: Mary Lou Retton, Excitebike, AIDS, Jeopardy! |
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Wake up the Orwell in me |
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Crack rock, anyway: seventeen summers in developing |
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Would it be the middle school or ketamine? Guess |
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Left home in the dark |
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To curl up in a bear hug in Suffolk County's arms |
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With a bevy of heavy metal records and leather bibles |
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More Anton LaVey than Saint Michael |
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More sherm in a Ford on bricks behind Midas |
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Fly with the pentagram pilots |
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Sabbath and Judas and all tunes prudent |
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Seems tame now, but then it was Devil music |
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Rick Six, the nickname clicks |
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Makeshift altar in a clearing in the sticks |
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Forfeit a kitten by the forks from the kitchen |
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With horsemen who drew the same symbols |
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Pitchforks waving out a grand theft four by four support system |
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Alas; Angus on the ax in the back |
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Foreground offering a pitch-dark animal corpse |
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And backyard black mass |
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And a brash curiosity opt for grave robbery |
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To puff and pluck skulls at a cemetery property |
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Cops cuff him and stuff him in Amityville Asylum |
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It's fantasy island for Noah's Lions, at the time |
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South Oaks, but focus on the environment |
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And how it couldn't loosen the Lucifer out his client |
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Who would flee |
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Pale moon, pale horse howling death |
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And LSD to make it mean more than it meant |
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Pay attention: here's where the whole thing sours |
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And goes from intriguing to wowzers |
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At a party, a passed out drunk Kasso gets got for 10 bags of dust |
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Now it's not a big town, and people have big mouths |
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So he fishes around 'til he figures it out |
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Gary Lauwers, seventeen years young |
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You have no idea what you've done |
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Track him down, beat him pissy |
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He got five bags back, still owes him fifty |
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Oh Ricky, Ricky, do we hound him for loot? |
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Or show him how the hellbound do? Hmm... |
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Kasso waives all debts |
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Says, "Let's just go and get baked instead" |
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Two shake hands and the beef play dead |
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Though it's more like a skeeter shaking a web |
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And along came a spider with two of his friends |
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It was into the woods, a delusional mess |
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Four kids dipped in a black hole bath |
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June 16, Kasso snaps |
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Off-guard Gary tackled and pinned |
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Sees Rick pull a knife from his jacket and grin |
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Raise that knife like a sword to the moon |
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Plunge that knife through a portrait of youth, going |
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"Say you love Satan, say you love Satan" |
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Lauwers ain't say it, just cave to the facelift |
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Thirty-two stab wounds, gouged out eyes |
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Burns on his skin, not a cloud in the sky |
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Kasso had later explained he was told |
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By Satan himself in the form of a crow |
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To murder the kid cold |
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A part of a pristine whole |
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No, no, no, no, no... |
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And just had to brag |
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Until somebody sad just had to rat |
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Sat in a cell as a merchant of hate |
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Who would hang from his sheet before the third day |
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Some say Kasso was part of a cult |
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But I'm sure there was more than we're told |
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More than adults or authority could rightly decode |
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Or maybe I'm wrong and he's finally home |
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Kasso! |
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It's starting to feel like a nice night |
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Hold close to the highs and the white light |
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Hold close to the good you are drawn to |
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These woods were grown to disarm you |
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It's starting to feel like a nice night |
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Hold close to the highs and the white light |
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Hold close to the good you are drawn to |
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These woods were grown to disarm you |
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It's starting to feel like a nice night |
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Hold close to the highs and the white light |
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Hold close to the good you are drawn to |
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These woods were grown to disarm you |
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It's starting to feel like a nice night |
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Hold close to the highs and the white light |
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Hold close to the good you are drawn to |
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These woods were grown to disarm you |
