| New years eve we dropped mushrooms
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| And danced around the house
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| Making music with everything that we found
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| Incantation replaced resolution and we
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| Vowed to allow each perfection that we could be
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| And the goddesses sent word that this would be a red letter year
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| They didn’t mention how much shit was gonna change around here
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| It’s just as well we weren’t swollen with unfocused dread
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| We had visions of sugarplums dancing in our heads
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| Dancing in our heads
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| First you go under and then you coming up gives you the bends
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| And when you break the surface
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| And all you see is your friends
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| So you grab your purple crayon
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| And flesh out the picture behind
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| And finally the whole world is made of one unbroken line
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| One unbroken line
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| When you wake up sick as a dog
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| With dull eyes and really bad hair
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| Standing under a lit sign with the words «on air»
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| And the water is rising
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| It’s coming in everywhere
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| Just remember you are there
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| You are always, always there
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| And representing the white race
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| Is a man with a monkey for a face
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| Is flying over in a helicopter
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| Whistling dixie and playing dumb
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| In a town that might put a gun to your throat
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| Or rip the roof right off of your place
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| There’s a mold crawling up the walls
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| And falling asleep in your lungs
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| And you and i both know how to drink so
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| We will always have work in this town
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| And besides the police are stationed at the bridge
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| And they’re preventing passage to higher ground
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| So let’s pull up a bar stool and get ourselves a ring side seat
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| For one unnerving moment
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| They’re gonna show the truth on tv |