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Too many cooks in the kitchen
And I hear
You don’t want to listen
And you feel
That this world is threatened
By the big bad wolf
And did you forget to mention
The downward dog
Could feel the tension
The peace sign on
Wall of death had a vision
Said
You have to live long enough
To collect your pension
And your apathy
Needs to make a decision
Starting today
You can call me Elvis
Because
I am going to be
So much bigger
Then the one that came
Before
One swing of my hips
One kiss from my lips
And I will watch you trip
Head over heels
As the sweat drips
From every place
I touch
You take your energy
From the stars
Turn up your nose
At gas guzzling
Fast cars
Put band aids
Over the scars
Put all that aside
Come with me
Tonight
I am on
A mission to mars
Don’t blame your
Dialect
On a lack of respect
For this kind of
Mankind
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