| I don’t believe you can do it
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| Aaaaaaaaaa! |
| A ha ha
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| You’re inexcusable
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| Sleeping through the back, I (fucked a dope inspector, trouble???) now
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| Sleepwalk til I never sleep, lost in a ??? |
| soul
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| Dead come down, the spirits come to my bed
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| All there is, all there was
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| Reachin' for the better pills, yeah
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| Super elastic, double plastic
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| Decapatation takes off my head
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| Why do you keep on mauling (???) me?
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| Distant sounds of dead men fix, we take the test to use again
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| Don’t you see it’s all a game, schedules take control for you
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| Zodiac zombie, mental mumble, you can’t hear a word I say
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| Go ahead and try it punk, yeah
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| Super elastic, double plastic
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| Decapatation takes off my head
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| Super elastic, double plastic
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| Regurgatation lands on my head
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| Then he wanted out of the wrestling game and got into strip-teasing
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| I want a Zombie in a tall glass
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| Super 'lastic, never plastic, decapatation takes off my head
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| Screamin' through the black, I fucked that dope inspector, trouble, ah
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| Sleepwalk til I never sleep, lost in (???) soul
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| Death come down, the spirits come to my bed
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| All there is, all there was
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| Reachin' for the better pills, yeah
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| Super elastic…
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| AAAAAAAAAAA!! |
| No! |
| AAAAAAAAAAAAA!
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| Get me samples |