| Two connected tongues
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| In flesh beginnings but still you couldn’t taste
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| Cyanide in the open skies below us
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| Below us, a two way street
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| And oh, we’ve eaten all the dough
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| It’s our chance to polish Spanky’s boots
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| Finally see we cannot and oh, we loathe it
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| But in consolation gives us cash for suits
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| Come with high regard from heavy metal country
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| They write you super-love and seal it with the kick
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| And now the creator’s skull is cracked
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| Out come the underground with artificial lungs
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| They’re singing loud, so very proud
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| To show the mess they made at Zoo Arcade
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| When something central took away their guns
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| Sometimes I’m programmed better than the other ones
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| Sometimes I’m programmed to shoot the shot around the world
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| Sometimes I’m programmed
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| And come with high regard from heavy metal country
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| They write you super-love and seal it with the kick
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| And now the creator’s skull is cracked
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| Out come the underground with artificial love
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| They’re singing loud, so very proud
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| To show the mess they made at Zoo Arcade
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| When something central took away their guns |