| What do we need?
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| What do we need?
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| I wish someone would tell us what we need!
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| We need a gimmick
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| Pretty little gimmick
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| A fool-proof plan to gain the trust
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| Of the human race
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| After all…
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| We come from outer space
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| (and we smell like shit!)
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| No more shame; |
| it’s time for fame
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| Nothing to lose, everything to gain
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| We’ve seen it, heard it, felt it, thought it, sought it
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| Lived it all before
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| We’ve read it, watched it, bought it, stole it, sold it
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| Now we just want more
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| Listen up!
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| We won’t be let down anymore
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| Now we’ve got a killer plan
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| And it just might be crazy enough to work
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| When it all began
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| They were desperate, they were prideful
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| They were reckless, pitiful scum (and never mindful)
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| Never thought enough to realize that
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| Everything is just a joke
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| We’re at it again
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| Just us and the friends
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| We know what this is
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| No need to lie
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| We push that boulder up the hill…
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| We need a gimmick
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| Squishy little gimmick
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| The perfect way to win the heart
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| Of the human race
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| After all…
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| They live in the comfort zone
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| (and they’re a bunch of dicks!)
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| Watch them watch themselves on hi-def plasma television screens
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| We made a human costume for a goblin
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| Best to hide the green
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| Now they’ve got a killer plan
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| And it just might be crazy enough to work
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| When it all began
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| They were desperate, they were prideful
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| They were reckless, pitiful scum (and never mindful)
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| Never thought enough to realize that
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| Everything is just a joke
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| But that was then…
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| Now they’ve got a clever plan
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| And it ain’t half-bad
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| It’s got to work;
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| It’s just what they need
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| They are temperate, they are mindful
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| They are zealous, wonderful chums (took off the blindfold)
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| Never thought enough to realize that
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| Everything is still a joke
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| We’re at it again
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| Just us and the friends
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| We know what this is
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| No need to lie
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| We push that boulder up the hill…
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| …but then it rolls back down again
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| Over and over
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| The coldest of shoulders
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| Missing the point
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| Misguided drones
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| They keep checking their phones
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| As if it really fuckin' matters
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| We skinned a dog to make its hair
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| We peeled a preschool and stole their skin
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| Wow, ain’t he looking debonair
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| Just smash the face, he’ll blend right in
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| Ooh! |
| now he’s getting on the ship
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| We built a rocket, to send him to earth
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| No need to freak, it’s just a trip
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| I think it’s about time you got a grip
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| We’re at it again
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| Just us and the friends
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| We know what this is
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| No need to lie
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| We push that boulder up the hill…
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| …but then it rolls back down again
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| Over and over
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| The coldest of shoulders
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| Missing the point
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| Misguided drones
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| They keep checking their phones
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| As if it really fuckin' matters
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| What do we got? |
| (x2)
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| …A gimmick! |