| Sittin' here on terra firma
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| It’s the kind of place we were meant to be
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| Out here kinda lost in space now
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| Pondering life’s mysteries
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| All of minkind worship at the altar
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| Of old mythology
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| But the genie’s out of the bottle
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| Collision course with eternity
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| Young children playing in the chat room
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| With the freaks and the satellites
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| Upload the nearset planet
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| Burnin' out at the speed of light
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| Better living for the masses
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| With the new technology
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| But some fool went and pushed the button
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| He didn’t get an apology
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| Feeling good is a new sensation
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| Panacea for the prozac nation
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| Heavy, heavy water
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| Won’t wash away the sins of the father
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| Sacred cow sizzling in the fire
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| As we all go up in flames
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| With millions of true believers
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| And their unfamiliar names
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| On the road to good intentions
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| Blown to hell by our own inventions
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| Heavy, heavy water
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| Won’t wash away the sins of the father
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| Unholy, holy water
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| Leading us like lambs to the…
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| Custom made for the self reliant
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| Lemonade for the thirsty giant
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| Heavy, heavy water
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| Won’t wash away the sins of the father
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| Unholy, holy water
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| Leading us like lambs to the (slaughter) |