| Will we capsize gently or will we howl in fear
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| As the microscopic salt water animals fill our ears?
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| We can hold our breath our cheeks balloon
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| But every proper captain’s ready for a typhoon
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| Michael Jackson was declared dead at dusk and nobody gave a fuck —
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| Everybody could have sworn it was a stupid, but incredibly conceived, stunt
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| But the conspiracy theorists started coming up with the most unbelievable
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| scenarios
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| About masons, reptilians, and jacko séances with chimps and children
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| The media outlets started to question if it was a hoax
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| So they cautiously played Jackson 5 greatest hits on the outros of their shows
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| And didn’t even let out a whimper till the coroner leaked out the pictures
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| Of the king of pop’s body, bloated and rotting, wearing a crown in the LA River
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| Will we capsize gently or will we howl in fear
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| As the microscopic salt water animals fill our ears?
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| We can hold our breath our cheeks balloon
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| But every proper captain’s ready for a typhoon
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| Big Baby Jesus
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| I’ve encountered demons
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| And the mountains are covered in semen
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| While our communist daughters are falling asleep dreaming of a life with reason
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| But the light seems dim around these lives
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| And religion was never precise
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| So please hide in the dark, where the indiscrepancies of your face won’t shine
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| bright —
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| Sleep tight
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| The fucking stench of a regular life can nauseate
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| And poverty just seems to pollenate, all the allergies devastate
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| Oh, I still can’t decide between anonymity and a glorious ride…
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| Does it even matter anyway?
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| The king will always die
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| Will we capsize gently or will we howl in fear
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| As the microscopic salt water animals fill our ears?
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| We can hold our breath our cheeks balloon
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| But every proper captain’s ready for a typhoon
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| Listen up, little people, if you’re gonna go down
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| Make sure go down hard, and keep the scars!
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| I’ve seen dozens of daring men dangle desperately from the decks of many a barge
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| At one time they were the ones in charge, and once they lived life large…
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| But once is never enough to take a person out of a rut — tough luck —
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| The lightning dumb struck
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| I’ve seen the greatest men
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| Get swallowed by the bowels of the bubbling ocean
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| With its unforgiving overlords and terrible twisted teeth showing…
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| Peeling pink off of pursed lips
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| On the face of a perfect person
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| Desecrated by modernity’s worthless curses —
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| All the pessimism in these verses, bursting
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| Will we capsize gently or will we howl in fear
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| As the microscopic salt water animals fill our ears?
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| We can hold our breath 'til our cheeks balloon
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| But every proper captain’s ready for a typhoon
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| We won’t capsize gently, oh, we will howl in fear
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| As the microscopic salt water animals fill our ears
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| We can hold our breath 'til our cheeks balloon
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| But even captains will get swallowed by the typhoon |