Heads of state who write and wrangle Who look at your face from more than one angle Can cut you from their bloated budgets Like sharpened knives through chicken McNuggets
Now, heads of state who write and wrangle 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, shut the fuck up Right, right, learn to buck up Right, shut the fuck up Hey-ho, now, now, learn to buck up
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Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers Will eat your children and steal your thunder While heavy torsos that heave and hurl Will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels
Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers Will eat your children and steal your thunder While heavy torsos that heave and hurl Will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels
Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up Right now, learn to buck up Right shut the fuck up Hey-ho, yeah, yeah, yeah, learn to buck up
Now simple feet that flicker like fire And burn like candles in smokey spires Do more to turn my joy to sadness Than sombre thoughts of burning planets
Now clever feet that flicker like fire And burn like candles in smokey spires Do more to turn my joy to sadness Than sombre thoughts of burning planets
Shut the fuck Alright, ok Shut the fuck I don't wanna, I dont wanna hear it