| We don’t need those stars anymore
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| Every man and woman is one, down to Earth and electrified
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| And Odin’s ravens will keep their watch for the shore
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| But a foolish bird chose the wrong way of flight
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| And I can see my friends dancing on a guillotine
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| Stomping wooden desks in those stupid soulless shoes
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| So c’mon you Pip Boy, shake your tambourine!
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| We’re going home, to drive away your blues!
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| Oh, Lord!
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| How come?
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| We’re going home!
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| My dad and my mom
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| I’m not alone
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| We don’t need this blood and wars anymore
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| We just want the new stuff with no chance of disease
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| And I was looking for another, fresh as the morning dew
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| But they’ve poured me wine with lies of being the blood of Jesus
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| I love the silk on the white hips of my wife
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| She’s just always tired of being loved by the Devil
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| Blow your trumpets, Gabriel!
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| Call partners for this crime!
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| 'Cause night will end so soon
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| Sing this song to farewell our brother moon!
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| Oh, Lord!
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| How come?
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| We’re going home!
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| My wife and my son
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| I’m not alone |