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On the laps of lunatics
I sit and hear them rant
Of ashes and pearls
  And lovers who've grown cold.
In the company of authenticity 
I listen to truth and nod my head 
with each cut-throat syllable.
 Oh, to entertain my guests of strange-
There's no where else I'd rather be
than on the laps of lunatics 
who gladly endulge with me.
Of upside frowns and right side cups 
We sip our soup of beans
Knitting together stories of forever
Of pin-stripes, top hats and
 puppets with no stings.
Where canaries bask in freedom 
And the evil man's been put away.
And we'll conjure friendly demons
And our bodies will begin to sway.
On the laps of lunatics is 
  the finest seat on earth
With wasps with no stingers
And Jackalopes and silly-string slingers
We'd all by giddy, 
  over-spilled with nostalgic mirth.
On the laps of lunatics 
 You'll find more sanctuary than any church
Here with me and my friends
We do not conspire, we do not lie
We do not hop, nor do we scotch
With men of dirty hands.
On the laps of lunatics 
Is not everyone's favorite perch
But as for I, and the 17 shades of me,
It's the loveliest place to be.