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In order to find the elusive secret of life, Phallishead goes to the final frontier....the inner city.
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| Welcome my friend, to the Cafe Le Street, where we discuss life. | |
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| Then can you tell me why God loves but man kills? | |
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| Or why that, despite my disfigurement, I still can't muster the courage to put a bullet through my elongated head? | |
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| Man, you're depressing the fuck out of me, and I'm supposed to be dark...to get chicks. | |
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| Why must my life be nothing but a cockroach-ridden fiasco of disappointment, found only in public bathrooms populated by fat Mexican women? | |
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