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Blue Oyster Cult |
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Cultosaurus Erectus |
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Monsters |
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( - A. Bouchard - K. Bouchard - ) |
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Keep going getting higher |
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New worlds waiting in the sky |
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To escape the feasting and the hunger |
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Not the monsters in our minds |
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We got our hands on this ship |
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And stowed away into the night |
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The four of us and Pasha dear |
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She to steer and we to fight |
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Federal rules and regulations |
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No more laughter left on earth |
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Outer space our one salvation |
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May god help us in our search |
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We went so fast that we grew younger |
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Put this ship on cruise control! |
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We all did our best with Pasha |
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But not as good as good ol' Joe |
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Love never should have entered |
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It was never in the plan |
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We were finally going to have her |
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And let Joe be damned... |
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Monsters, monsters, monsters in the night |
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Monsters, monsters, monsters in black and white |
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Monsters, monsters, monsters out of control |
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Monsters, monsters, monsters when you're alone |
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Monsters, monsters, monsters feeding on themselves |
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Monsters, monsters on the road to hell... |
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Joe awoke from a stupor |
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It was clear something was wrong |
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He rushed in and found us with her |
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And in his rage he aimed his gun |
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One shot and it was over |
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Pasha smiled and then was gone... |
