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Oh, the end will not be |
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Glamorous or exciting. |
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There will be no Mad Max or Omega Man... |
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Just a boring wait, |
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As the poisons saturate our state. |
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From head to toe, the fish DNA will go. |
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Oh, the end will not be... |
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That toxic residue, |
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As a gift from me to you. |
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Microwave emissions, |
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That will leave us all dribbling. |
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Oh, the end will not be... |
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But our brains will curdle and |
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Our muscles putrefy. |
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It's not an aesthetically |
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Pleasing way to die. |
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Oh, the end will not be... |
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As our homes sink into |
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The universal stink. |
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My message will be forgotten |
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As our bones hit the bottom. |
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Oh the end will not be... |
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A fitting but smelly grave and |
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A home for all the brave T.V. drones and |
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Their cellular phones. |
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Oh, the end will not be |
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Glamorous or exciting. |
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It will bare no resemblance |
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To the product advertised. |
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No batteries included, |
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Pay double of you still deluded. |
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For this my friend... |
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This is the end... |
