| Well I’m a foul-mouth, deranged, alcoholic space pirate
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| Livin' in disarray
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| I got a pissed off cybernetic robot friend
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| And man, we’re gonna ruin your day
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| Crash landed on this planet and some psycho attacked us
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| So we shot him in the balls and kicked him into a cactus
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| Now a thousand angry mutants wanna come out and play
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| All hell is breakin' loose and I like it this way!
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| 'Cause there’s a
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| Storm comin'!
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| Bullets gettin' hot, hear those
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| Guns drummin'
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| Somebody’s gettin' shot, there’s a
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| Storm comin'!
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| About to lose control of your
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| Rear plumbing
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| Fire in your hole!
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| Woah, fire in your hole!
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| Got a cold, hard grudge and revenge is the goal
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| Now it’s time to sing the murder blues
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| Got your name etched into my brain and my soul
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| Sarrano, time to pay your dues
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| Sixty thousand ways for these psychos to die
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| Bottle rocket up your butt and send you into the sky
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| Kick you off of cliffs and buildings, laugh at you as you fall
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| Take a power drill and skewer you into a wall!
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| 'Cause there’s a
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| Storm comin'!
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| Bullets gettin' hot, hear those
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| Guns drummin'
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| Somebody’s gettin' shot, there’s a
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| Storm comin'!
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| About to lose control of your
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| Rear plumbing
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| Fire in your hole!
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| Woah, fire in your hole!
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| Fire in your hole!
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| Fire in your hole!
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| Now we stumbled on a girl named Trischka
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| Another lunatic a-for our crew
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| She keeps threatenin' to murder my manly bits
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| Lady what the hell is wrong with you?
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| That’s right… comin' for ya!
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| Whoo!
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| 'Cause there’s a
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| Storm comin'!
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| Bullets gettin' hot, hear those
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| Guns drummin'
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| Somebody’s gettin' shot, there’s a
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| Storm comin'!
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| About to lose control of your
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| Rear plumbing
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| Fire in your hole!
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| Woah, fire in your hole!
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| Fire in your hole!
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| Fire in your hole!
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| Fire in your hole |