With a wink and a nod we're all giving favors four pink pale boys in an accountants hand..
Examples must be made
This planet must be retained
We're all little men here with a choice to
Kill all my hunger
Three minutes and thirty seconds
Kill all my hunger 
Three minutes and thirty seconds
At the top of the world
We're all just the bottom line
Someones been shook red handed
Dead float center and the shit "hip" parade
Beware beware beware
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Wow and its bland to be part of the future
A box on your phony kings
And on that night in slumber you dream of electric sheep
Kill all my hunger
Three minutes and thirty seconds
Kill all my hunger
Three minutes and thirty seconds
At the top of the world 
They're all just the bottom line
In the parish with the hands and the shakes
Our body is longing for the exoskeleton
The filth they said 
Is the filth im dragging my belly through
In the parish with the hands and the shakes
Our body is longing for the exoskeleton
The filth they said 
Is the filth im dragging my belly through
And the beat is drowned out 
And our own fucking sound
And the teenage brigade has opinions
And I cant get respect cause im not at the bar
And the teenage brigade has opinions
But its weak and its bleak and they're all "capping" me
With the cold and the blood trying to stip me
And I cant get respect cause im not at the bar
And the teenage brigade has opinions
So turn your hand for a new day with you at the bottom of a rabbits hole
And we all sound like this