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There are bodies strewn all over my bedroom floor. |
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I don't know how they got there but I'm sure it's the fuckers in their ships. |
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Taunting everyone who walks by as they sail through my front lawn. |
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Through my bedroom window, |
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not a window at all, |
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but a hole that peasant left with his cannonball fun. |
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They look so pretty, |
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pretty weak to have let it go on this long. |
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There are still bodies thrown on my bedroom floor, |
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I don't know how they got there but I have a plan now. |
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So they say we aren't really here, |
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so don't just try to punish us, |
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you are the one who has lost his mind. |
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We didn't bring the bodies, we didn't throw them on your floor. |
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We didn't bring the bodies, we didn't throw them on your floor, |
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you are the one who has lost his mind. |
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They look so pretty, |
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pretty weak to have let it go on this long. |
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So they say we aren't really here, |
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so don't just try to punish us, |
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you are the one who has lost his mind. |
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We didn't bring the bodies, we didn't throw them on your floor, |
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you are the one who has lost his mind. |
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They look so pretty, |
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pretty weak to have let it go on this long. |
