strangled planet

Daddy's Hands

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    I have to wear my helmet to the strangled planet
    I don't want to go
    I don't want to go
    It's never what you are, it's what you wear
    In the tangled carcass of the billboard monkey
    I don't want to go
    But when I do, I have to wear my brand-new helmet

    Everybody's happy when everyone's gathered at the sundial
    Everyone's afraid to make friends
    God knows there isn't time
    Everybody's happy when everyone's gathered at the sundial
    Everyone's afraid to make friends
    God knows there isn't time
    Where have I been?
    Drunk of the glare of my skinny Tim sin
    Zoltan! Zoltan!

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    In folding human hope I wrote the final earthling joke
    Waiter, there's a contest in my soup
    But I'm so sick of talking about you
    So what up when I've got the conch

    Everybody's happy when everyone's gathered at the sundial
    Everyone's afraid to make friends
    God knows there isn't time
    Everybody's happy when everyone's gathered at the sundial
    Everyone's afraid to make friends
    God knows there isn't time
    I have to wear my helmet

    Song details

    Composition: Dave Wenger, Emily Bauslaugh, Jonah Fortune, and Jonathan Pollard

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