| All of the zombies
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| Walking round L.A.
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| Making the city our stage
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| Gives us our pleasure
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| And cuts it with pain
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| God must be doing cocaine
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| Everyone’s changing
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| Their body and face
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| Don’t like the way we were made
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| So many prayers
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| How does he stay awake?
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| God must be doing cocaine
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| Can anyone really blame Him?
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| He probably needs an escape
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| Looking down at His creation
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| And thinking we’ve thrown it away
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| Robots are learning
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| And we can’t keep pace
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| Feels like we’ll all be replaced
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| Gets wild ideas
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| When he stays up late
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| God must be doing cocaine
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| Can anyone really blame Him?
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| He probably needs an escape
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| Looking down at His creation
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| And thinking we’ve thrown it away
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| I drove my brothers
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| To school yesterday
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| Who’s gonna make sure they’re safe?
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| Feels like sometimes
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| He goes missing for days
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| God must be doing cocaine |