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Snakebite |
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Spitting spiders eyes |
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They swallowed up the night |
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Cried 'Meltdown |
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Zero Marsh of lava' |
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With supersonic sight |
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And barriers of you and me |
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Piled 1500 high |
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Spread here to there in smoking cans |
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We blackened out the sky |
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King met king |
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We heard the bell |
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They kicked away the board |
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Flew headfirst to the bunkers |
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Then they started out once more |
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And you and me were born again |
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As iron plated pawns |
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We scorched our way through libraries |
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We shredded all the lawns |
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'Til everything was rust and powder |
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Every stone was turned |
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And random programmes re-arranged |
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The areas to burn |
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The enemy is years ahead |
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He's tapped into the phone |
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He hides beneath the furniture |
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Knows all the special codes |
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The enemy's our destiny |
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He's pulling on the cord |
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He spits a line, I spactic dive |
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And sell him his reward |
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I perform |
