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This is the Central Scrutinizer Joe has just worked himself into an imaginary frenzy During the fade-out of his imaginary song He begins to feel depressed now He knows the end is near He has realized at last, that imaginary guitar notes And imaginary vocals Exist only in the imagination of the imaginer! And ultimately, who gives a fuck anyway? So, so Excuse me Mm-mh, so Who gives a fuck anyway? So he goes back to his ugly little room And quietly dreams his last imaginary guitar solo