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Hello my dear |
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Can I peel your skin |
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Put it in my mouth |
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And bite it |
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I am the gallant captain |
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Of the Volcanus two thousand |
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Fell down the trash chute |
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At my job |
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Woke up on this garbage barge |
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Thousand tons of urban waste |
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Is now our pirate ship |
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Fire from the catapults |
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Pampers squashed in great big balls |
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Clustered globs of medical waste |
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Rain down on cafes |
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Give us all your treasure now |
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Or we'll paint your whole town brown |
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Everywhere they're glad to pay |
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Se we'll go away |
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Yeah, yeah |
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We wipe the world |
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Join hands and dance |
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Curl up our toes |
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And squish sludge into wine |
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Drink and belch |
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Gene Simmons style |
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Methane goes down just fine |
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Rule the world from the high seas |
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Kidnap dwindling vaccines |
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No one dares blow up our ship |
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They'd have to clean the mess |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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We wipe the world |
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Yeah |
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We wipe the world |
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Hundred sixty million tons |
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Of American trash each year |
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Thousand football fields |
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Thirty stories high |
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Where will you put it all |
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Not in my backyard |
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Not in my backyard |
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Oh god |
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While your head's in virtual sand |
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More of our ships sail each day |
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You all do your part so well |
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Feed us trash and we will blackmail |
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Two billion tires |
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Bottles and cans |
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And paper plates |
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Sixteen billion diapers |
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They all gotta go someplace |
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'Nuff aluminum |
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In three months |
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To build airline fleets |
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Take a hint from |
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Your local roach |
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Join us and mutate |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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We wipe the world |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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We wipe the world |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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We wipe the world |