The Dead Milkmen - Song For Michael's Pipe lyrics

(The hidden decoder exercise in the booklet)

The hunter becomes the hunted

No man can only be free

Forty screaming monks see three

Silly lading gun sort of people

Love me nobody loves me

Love me somebody has something

Love me nobody hurts you

Love me somebody has nothing

A movie theater is a history lesson

My teacher can never seem mute

There stands in the clearing a prayer flute

Silly loading gun sort of lovers

Scream, sweat for my nighttime

Yell, naked the medication wears off

Help, help no one isn't a stranger

Bang gun shots recoil in my brain