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Two connected tongues |
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Flesh beginnings |
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But still you couldn't taste |
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Cyanide in the open skies below us |
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Below us |
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A two way street |
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And oh, we've eaten all the dough |
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It's our chance to polist spanky's boots |
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Finally see we cannot ?? we loath it |
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But in consolation gives us cash ?? |
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Chorus |
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Come with high regard from heavy metal country |
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They write you super-love and seal it with the kick |
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And now the creator's skull is cracked |
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Out come the underground with artificial love |
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They're singing loud, so very proud |
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To show the mess they made |
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At zoo arcade |
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When something central took away their guns |
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Sometimes i'm programmed better than the other ones |
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Sometimes i'm programmed to shoot the shot around the world |
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Sometimes i'm programmed |
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Chorus |
