I’m running down the halls
Of the Infinite Hotel
Cause I don’t want to turn blue
I’ll keep going till I hear the bells
On black mamba’s shoes
Don’t want to be a sucker for
The green big-freeze
If the walls close in on me
I have a sea of pocket universes
There goes one, two and three
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I’m the backwards kid
A ripple in space time
Sent from another universe
In the microwave is where you’ll find me
Expanding till I burst
Don’t want to be a maggot for
Your plot of earth
If the walls close in on me
I have magnets on my hands
To weave the crunch-crunch, bang-bang
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I’m hurdling over sand castles
And up ahead some wide-eyed kid
Is toppling them over