Author: Otto S. Fishbein

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Sunday Comics

The four kings of emi are sitting stately on the floor; there are birds out on the sidewalk and a valet at the door. He reminds me of a penguin with few and plastered hair, there’s Sunday Comics on the letter and the birthday boy is there.

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Sunday Comics

Spark a new-born, blue blood, royal baby cry/Til her face turns red, til the brain has bled/Sunday Comics, worms are fed/And the headline said The Queen is dead (The Queen is dead) The Queen is dead (The Queen is dead) The Queen is dead

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Sunday Comics

The notes’ll flow, yo, for the words I speak, rap is weak so I teach and I reach a positive vibe. A way of life is how I’m livin’, so get hype to the rhythm! Sunday ‘Mix is the crew, ya hear, yeah, designed a rhyme I just won’t fear. Back to react, enough is enough; let me ask you a question: what time is love?

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Sunday Comics

I was raised from the rubble. Butt naked’s body double. Bullet bursting the bubble, like a bridge that’s over trouble. I read the Sunday Comics, then worshipping the Devil — in my eyes a compromise and I’m the man in the middle.

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Sunday Comics

Why you rolling waves over me now? That’s all I need…Sunday. Waiting on Seattle to find me, be forgiven — I’ll be a regular guy for you, I never said…Comics. Why’re you looking so beautiful to me now when you’re so sad?

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Sunday Comics

How you doing today? Looking into my eyes and your eyes turn grey. Sunday Comics, all talk all sway — end of the week we gonna get paid! It’s a halle-fucking-lujah, now we gonna do ya — “Good good” “Well for goodness sake!” — seen it in your face and your hair turned grey.

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Sunday Comics

We’re your toast, we’re your butter; we’re the comix in the gutter. We’re your respite, when in need; want some joke, without screed. You know us, we’re your friend; your mean joy, thick and thin…Sunday Comics, man.

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Sunday Comics

Oh my God you take the biscuit, treating me this way! Expecting me to treat you well no matter what you say. How can I turn the other cheek? It’s black and bruised and torn! I’ve been waiting since the day that I was born…Take the Sunday Comics and fill them up some way.