| I come to you from another time
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| With a message that everyone must die
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| At the hand of undead squids from space
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| They’ll crush your skull and smash your face
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| We saved the past from vikings
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| Now the future is unclear
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| We must travel through time again
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| And save the world with beer
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| We’re class! |
| You’re not!
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| Let’s kill some squids and make them rot
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| With pirate powered murder skills
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| The future’s where we get our thrills
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| A shot to the heart with a flintlock gun
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| And mash their brains with a bottle of rum
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| We’re class! |
| You’re not!
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| From the past we have returned
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| We’re here to make those bastards burn tonight
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| Fueled by rum and lust to kill
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| We have the power and the will to fight
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| Hey Marty, it’s your kids
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| They get devoured by undead squids
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| Lest the world be torn asunder
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| To the future we must plunder!
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| We’re class! |
| You’re not!
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| Let’s kill some squids and make them rot
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| With pirate powered murder skills
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| The future’s where we get our thrills
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| A shot to the heart with a flintlock gun
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| And mash their brains with a bottle of rum
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| We’re class! |
| You’re not! |