| Mate! |
| I’m zonked absolutely spent,
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| I think I’m gonna give up my eyes for lent,
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| I’ll use my sockets to stock stones instead,
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| And with an icy cold stare, I’ll hide bones in your bed.
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| Mate! |
| Please accept this invitation,
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| So I can take you away.
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| 'Cause there’s a one in 40 thousand chance that
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| Asteroid Apophis will collide with the earth,
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| In less than 20 years (OH MY GOOODDD)
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| Roll up for the knees up business,
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| Yes, yes, yes, ok, I think we’ve heard quite enough from you,
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| Instead of staring at your Stella desperately for inspiration,
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| Belt up and quiver at your indignation,
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| I ain’t saying anything that could be construed as an apology,
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| There’s another case study of anthropology,
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| Let’s announce embargos and denounce our far foes,
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| Ingrowing egos a syntax he knows,
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| It’s just distance that separates us,
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| Or are we really all ethno-centric-ally inclined?
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| Mate! |
| What the fuck are you going on about?
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| This is a draconian law I protest,
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| I protest,
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| The herd is rowdy,
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| The squad is vexed. |