| The power of reason, the top of the heap
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| We’re the ones who can kill the things we don’t eat
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| Sharper than a serpent’s tongue
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| Tighter than a bongo drum
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| Quicker than a one-night stand
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| Slicker than a mambo band
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| And now the day is come
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| Soon he will be released
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| Glory hallelujah!
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| We’re building the Perfect Beast
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| (Building, building, etc.)
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| It’s Olympus this time — POOlympus or bust
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| For we have met the enemy — and he is us
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| And now the day is come
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| Soon he will be released
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| Glory hallelujah!
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| We’re building the Perfect Beast
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| (Building, building)
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| Ever since we crawled out of the ocean and stood upright on land
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| There are some things that we just don’t understand:
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| Relieve all pain and suffering and lift us out of the dark
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| Turn us all into Methuselah-
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| But where are we gonna park?
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| (Building, building)
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| The secrets of eternity-
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| We’ve found the lock and turned the key
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| We’re shakin' up those building blocks
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| Going deeper into that box-(Pandora wouldn’t like it)
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| And now the day is come
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| Soon he will be released
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| Glory hallelujah!
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| We’re building the Perfect Beast
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| (Building, building)
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| All the way to Malibu from the Land of the Talking Drum-
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| Just look how far — look how far we’ve come |