The Frontier Index

Of all of the people I knew
 I always looked up to you
 And after millions of years of crime
 The sun still shines and shines
 Look, a horse, of course
 Gallops through the desert light
 I make such good time through sub-space
 When I dream all day and write all night
 Robot walks into a bar
 Orders a drink, lays down a bill
 Bartender says, hey, we don't serve robots
 And the robot says, oh, but someday you will
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 Prison's a good time for some
 Many people get caught with a gun
 This trucker says it's good to be free
 Says he knows lots of folks who agree
 Bumper stickers talk to him
 Say, let the stars get in your eyes
 Time, cum, sand, and surf
 These are the building, building blocks of life
 Boy wants a car from his dad
 Dad says, first, you got to cut that hair
 Boy says, hey, Dad, Jesus had long hair
 And Dad says, that's right, son, Jesus walked everywhere
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 When I was younger, I was a cobra
 In every case, I wanted to be cool
 Now that I'm older and sub-space is colder
 Just wanna say something true