Snafu at Zankou

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Snafu at Zankou
Now isn’t the time for your tears, I said, demonstrating that even bob dylan
can be repurposed by villains
Refilling your old wood paneled Lexus
I don’t ask the year
too noble for the Mobil station
convertible top down
LA was our parents town
Anyone else would have left by now
Our nameless thing
Where we don’t have to quote anyone
Slowly becoming too much
fun
(music: dun dun dun!!!)

My own wood
paneled bmw parked
in the leather jacket of a dead man
Retardant to the real deal
Dreaming of a girl a guy told him about
Who likes to get choked out
Who serves herself up to you as one big fuckmeal

Our nameless thing
Where we quote no one
Where I never ask about the time
Zankou Chicken was established in 1962
Mr Zankou’s secret menu
Even after a triple murder in the family
The place still hasn’t gone bust

I’m sorry for the angry stuff I said
When I wasn’t me and we weren’t us

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