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"Patty Lee, turn the lights on, please,There's something I don't understand.Patty Lee, turn the lights on, please,This party's gotten out of hand." |
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Those were the last words her suitor spoke before he croaked. |
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In seven seconds he'd be dead, |
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Tied to the headboard of |
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Patty Lee's bed. |
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Patty Lee sloughed her skin |
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And showed what was within. |
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It's hard to describe, |
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She moved like smoke |
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And sounded like ice. |
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We used to be gods, |
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Now we're so plain. |
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It took ten million years |
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Just to say my real name. |
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Back before |
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Babylon,Shit was cool. |
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Now we've all got our saddles on, |
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We trot to school. |
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If I may wax poetic, |
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I think the facts are plain, |
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I am the moon ascendant, |
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I am not soon to wane. |
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See my shadows, twice the mountain, |
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Or stretched across the desert plain. |
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Shouting sun flares up like fountains, |
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Shouting planets down like rain. |
