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Heads of State who ride and wrangle,
Now Heads of State who ride and wrangle,
Shut the fuck up.
Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
Shut the fuck up.
Now simple feet that flicker like fire
Now clever feet that flicker like fire
Who look at your face from more than one angle,
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpened knives through Chicken McNuggets.
Who look at your face from more than one angle,
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpened knives through Chicken McNuggets.
Shut the fuck up.
Learn to buck up.
Shut the fuck up.
Learn to buck up.
Will eat your children and steal your thunder,
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Who crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels.
Will eat your children and steal your thunder,
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Who crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels.
Shut the fuck up.
Learn to buck up.
Shut the fuck up.
Learn to buck up.
And burn like candles in smoky spires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets.
And burn like candles in smoky spires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets.
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