| Videodrone:
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| Directions say assembly required, nothing’s admired
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| The majority’s been hired, wired, the truth
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| The roof is on fire
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| A life, all I desire
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| Paychecks, respect disappears quickly
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| Situation tense trickly
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| Hand jobs, yes, they have plenty
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| Backs cracked for copper pennies
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| Migraines, wrist sprains, free samples of rogaine
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| Fill me with anything
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| Regaining ground while the well endowed
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| Sit proud with their heads in the clouds
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| Prophets predicted it, inscribed on the minds of the ancient tribes
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| Mother Nature’s striking back
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| Come suffer with me! |
| (repeated 3x)
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| What will you do, the chosen few?
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| With your Reebok shoes and your missing clues
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| Pretend it will go away?
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| Oxygen levels growing thin
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| The opposite of birth unfolds within
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| Must prepare and be aware
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| The existence of man will disappear
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| No tunnel harps, angels to follow
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| Every man, woman, child swallowed
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| No eight o’clock alarm tomorrow
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| Man returns the earth he borrowed
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| And while the meek obey to repeat defeat
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| (Mother nature releases)
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| Come suffer with me! |
| (repeated 3x)
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| Fred: One-nine, nine-nine (what, yeah!)
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| Gotta get a grip, c’mon, what’s this fuckin' world coming to?
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| Run for shelter, helter skelter
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| It’s too bad, before too long, there’ll be no songs
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| No break of dawn, it’ll all be gone
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| 'Cause Mrs. Mother Nature, she’s grown to hate ya
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| It’s the apocalypse kid, a little karma for all that you did
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| You want to know where we’re heading? |
| Armageddon!
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| Come suffer with me! |
| (repeated 4x)
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| (Will time erase the human race?) |