| It’s got some Looney Tunes biology
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| The planet of straw men
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| Their only purpose is to disagree
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| And do it publicly, amen
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| They’re always going for the coup de grâce
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| They think they’re gonna fuck a movie star
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| But all paths lead to nowhere
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| And it all adds up to nothing
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| It radiates more of a loneliness
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| Than it does a visible light
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| But it’s a beacon to the cosmonaut
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| A weekend to the taikonauts, alright
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| And then Beijing sends her diplomats
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| And then the Kremlin sets their wiretaps
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| And they send a probe to mine the gold
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| On the planet of straw men
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| Don’t hate the player, hate the game, right?
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| Don’t hate the singer, hate the song
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| But don’t go saying that to the straw men
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| Or to their rubble kings, King Kong
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| They want the glory of the coup de grâce
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| A mating ritual or a courtship dance
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| But all paths lead to nowhere
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| And it all adds up to nothing
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| You’ll be picking Chinese cotton on the moon soon
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| On the planet of straw men
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| And you’ll be buried in an egg then disinterred, I’ve heard
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| And made to do it all again
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| Up on the surface, it’s a charcoal roast
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| There’s ruined temples in the undergrowth
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| And strange insects chirping
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| With all the rancour of a coliseum
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| They want the glory of a coup de grâce
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| They want the glory of a coup de grâce
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| They want the glory of a coup de grâce
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| On the planet of straw men
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| They want the glory of a coup de grâce
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| They want the glory of a coup de grâce
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| They want the glory of a coup de grâce
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| On the planet of straw men
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| They want the glory of a coup de grâce
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| They want the glory of a coup de grâce
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| They want the glory of a coup de grâce
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| On the planet of straw men
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| They want the glory of a coup de grâce
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| They want the glory of a coup de grâce
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| They want the glory of a coup de grâce
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| On the planet of straw men
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| They want the glory of a coup de grâce
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| They want the glory of a coup de grâce
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| They want the glory of a coup de grâce |