Atlas Grits (Tom Furgas)
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Atlas Grits (Tom Furgas) lyrics ©Tom Furgas image by Tom Furgas music by Suno AI Atlas Grits (Tom Furgas) Atlas grits, I'm sending up a vent Up the left snort, on a arena full of sandals You can monic and bella fakes the tree pants on the millenary sofa God gorilla, far-sighted reefers And more fakes than the mediocre exam gone Dead-lipped stages in the boudoir Lifting the pentagon's bangles Mini-millies of cats per senate Lace 'em up, the syndermic deuce recuse from the harangue mesh The oleo sect overruled the ends The blessed shall to grasp the basalt alacrity The elogenic echo yodeling accurately The scatter-tapped afternoon for samba And expected itinerants to impend it Terror-active fumblers exert a show And the mean it retired sachet Treadmill smoke from rolling with nobody on them And the ohms of overages snort-spieglely crook Psychological saps hum like a crooner When the deputy-er lifts the dead janitor towards the mohawk receptor The mohawk receptor baby temporary tuning through the branchy overlap was Atlas grits, and twenty-two grabs himself and calls it uncle Atlas grits man, atlas grits for you, for you, for you For you For you God gorilla, far-sighted reefers And more fakes than the mediocre exam gone Dead-lipped stages in the boudoir Lifting the pentagon's bangles Mini-millies of cats per senate Lace 'em up, the syndermic deuce recuse from the harangue mesh The oleo sect overruled the ends The blessed shall to grasp the basalt alacrity The elogenic echo yodeling accurately The scatter-tapped afternoon for samba And expected itinerants to impend it Terror-active fumblers exert a show And the mean it retired sachet Treadmill smoke from rolling with nobody on them And the ohms of overages snort-spieglely crook Psychological saps hum, hum like a crooner When the deputy-er lifts the dead janitor towards the mohawk receptor The mohawk receptor baby temporary tuning through the branchy overlap was Atlas grits, and twenty-two grabs himself and calls it uncle Atlas grits man, atlas grits for you, for you, for you For you For you