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Infinite Crises
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Mary, Mary quite contrary
Told me to come and watch her play
But I can't wear my tie-dye there
Or she'll cast me off to Hippie Hell.
Well no she didn't ask me personally to come
But she must have once sung
About all being welcome.
Oh it doesn't matter.
My name isn't Jack.
And I'll follow her to Punk Rock Heaven
Upon the stairway of glitter and gold.
Stairway? Heaven?
No! Wrong song.
Wrong song? Wong's bong in Hong Kong?
Agh! How do you pierce your nipple
With a staple gun anyway?
I'll just go play Roulette.
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