And The Coffee Tastes Like Turpentine.
Cthulhu shuts down all lines but one.
And the license fee is your son.
And paperwork is never done.
And the coffee tastes like turpentine.
Cthulhu runs a DMV.
Sunk sunk sunk beneath the sea.
Hear him laugh maniacally.
And the coffee tastes like turpentine.
Cthulhu hears not your pleas.
For no customer he ever sees.
Be they below ground or in trees.
And the coffee tastes like turpentine.
Cthulhu hates the time
That he wastes on the line.
So to get back at you and I
He makes the coffee taste like turpentine.
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