| Base
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| How low can we go?
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| Fuck the Beatles, I’m an animal
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| An upright ape with opposable thumbs
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| To hold the clubs
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| To hold the guns
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| Swing low sweet chariot
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| God bless my DNA
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| Drunk drive my Chevy to the levee
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| Let the flood come and sweep me away
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| No this ain’t the apocalypse
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| It’s the way shit has always been
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| From Sodom to Saddam
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| Attila to Tienenmen
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| A quarter million years of human being
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| A quarter million years as a human stain
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| We use ten percent of our gorgeous brains
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| And leave the rest up to cocaine
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| Lucy in the sky
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| Got her hands on a new shotgun
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| Lucy in the sky
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| Got her hands on a Remington
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| Lucy in the sky
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| Her shiny diamonds drenched in blood
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| And I know where the wild things are
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| Don’t look far
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| Don’t look far
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| ‘Cause I got wisdom in my teeth
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| And terror in my wars
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| Yes, I know where the wild things are
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| Don’t look far
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| Don’t look far
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| There’s a reason that it’s hard to look in the mirror
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| There’s a reason that it’s hard to go to the zoo
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| And there’s a reason you want to pry open the cage
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| See, you should be there, too |