| What the fuck is that?
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| Barreling towards our Metropolis
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| From the deep water in the likeness of Lochness
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| Knockin' its noggin like a hockey stick hocking spit
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| Meltin' down the top of this planet like chocolates
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| Lava rocks slosh in his esophagus like lozenges
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| For every drop that drips down somebody
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| Starts talkin' shit
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| With the awkwardest sounds
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| The prophet says the opposite
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| We’ve got to stop, stop, stop the apocalypse
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| Elevate like geysers and rise like helium
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| Together Colorado show 'em how the west is really one
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| I’ll rap 'till my finger’s numb and leave your toes tinglin'
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| For heaven on earth slash blue planet kingdom come
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| I’m Jonny 5 but I act like Wall-E 'till the trash is sorted
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| Into more practicaler forms like stacks of quarters
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| I am I b bee surviving colony collapse disorder
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| Stop, stop, stop the apocalypse
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| Aooooga, aooooga, booga, booga
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| Antichrist pulls up in a bad mini cooper
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| Fabulous doo and a vocab I woulda stayed in school for
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| Says he’s overdue but was beach bummin' in Newport
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| So he says, what’s new sport
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| I said, stoppin' you of course
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| He says, you have the better chance of slobbing the nob of a unicorn
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| I stuck around the cuneiform and told the spawn of Lucifer
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| The shoelessness of his backside we had a solution for
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| We rise at the end like a standing ovation
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| Lay it on thick for those with thin patience
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| Keep in touch with the good like holding
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| Newborn babies
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| All the while spittin' sicker than a mouth full of rabies
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| Our maybes are certain
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| No closing of curtains
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| Our maydays are milkshakes for the social still forming
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| From storming to norming to fighting to see a new day
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| We stand for the Wii like Nintendo tennis
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| In the land of the free
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| Revolution is key quinoa lentils spinach
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| And we’re about to change the game
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| Treat it like a scrimmage
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| Preach to the choir when the minister’s finished
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| Speak and inspire like Dennis Kucinich
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| Reaching for hire like the apprentice
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| Leaving 'em red up and awe like dentists
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| Perking up antennas
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| It’s worth a shot man tetanus
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| To overturn the sentence
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| Making records
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| Book worldwide
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| Like Guinness
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| Your witness |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stop The Apocalypse , by - Flobots. Song from the album The Circle In The Square, in the genre Альтернатива