| The wind blows and I see dust
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| A cloud of white upon the horizon
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| My pallet knows, this is a bust
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| Breakfast is wrecked
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| For the chidren of the nation
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| These cheerios, soggy and tainted
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| Have gone to waste in
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| This milk of devastation
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| Taste is based
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| From the bones of zombies
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| The dust is ground
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| It’s not safe to eat or drink
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| When powdered milk’s around!
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| Call in the troops
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| Cause here’s a scoop
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| For you and your group
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| There’s a drink around town
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| And it tastes like foo
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| The man in the tin suit
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| Bearing bitter fruit
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| Breakfast cereal turns to soup
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| Tastes like puke
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| Oh no!
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| It’s the Powdered Milk Man
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| Oh no!
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| Holding the Powdered Milk can
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| The super villain comes a creepin'
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| When you’re sleepin'
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| And must be stopped anyway we can
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| You stand before me I will defeat you
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| You will not break me I will not take you
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| You’re just another unearthy poison
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| Someone will stop you
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| You and your kind, step back!
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| Whoa ho ho ho Powdered Milk Man
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| Whoa ho ho you must die!
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| Whoa ho ho ho, Powdered Milk Man
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| Whoa ho ho ho whoa!
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| Whoa ho ho ho Powdered Milk Man
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| Whoa ho ho ho you must die!
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| Whoa ho ho ho Powdered Milk Man
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| Whoa ho ho ho you must die! |