| Look out it’s a space cadet
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| Always arriving after the show has been set
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| To check and make sure the scene is closed
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| So he can prowl upon the bigger man it is known
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| Torturing him to his car
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| Torturing the rest to their comfort zones
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| Howling the prey for another chance
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| Another brash refrain
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| Hey, I’m schooled and shot
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| Space cadet hit me in the gut
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| Impaling me on his fake intents
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| Who knows what’s next?
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| Just a small taste
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| Just a mild dose is all he ever craves
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| The king of attention gone to waste
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| Dropping a mention in conversations
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| Critics will cringe back in hate
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| As he retaliates with a certain kind of opinion
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| Single minded point of view all made up just to use you
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| Oh, so don’t show him up
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| Don’t throw him off his golden throne
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| For he’s the king of attention
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| Don’t distract him from his bow
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| Oh its getting old but you can’t forget
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| He’s the king of attention
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| Making sure your aware he’s a friend
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| Hey, I’m schooled and shot
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| Space cadet hit me in the gut
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| And telling him it’s in self defense
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| Now I know what to expect
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| He’s a space cadet |