Planning an exit
I seen a python swallowing a Dobermann whole
Piranha swimming in a mixing bowl
Papers full of stabbings, the sky's full of crows
She's singing in Italian while she's hanging out her clothes
Carp in the bathtub and it's raining real hard
I ain't allowed in Buzz Fledderjohn's yard
I said, that I ain't allowed
No, I ain't allowed
No, I ain't allowed in Buzz Fledderjohn's yard.
                    -- Tom Waits
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