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    You'll never be a famous dude
    I hate to break it to you but it's true
    Vainglorious, your tower reeks of concrete
    Like a forcemeat battered zoo

    Beep, beep? I don't wanna beep
    I ate that bullet like it was a vitamin
    Three sheets to the wind
    Don't give your enemies anything
    Gone, gone, Littlefoot is gone
    Those dino children making you hysterical
    We know what you are
    (Hey!)

    Ah, you are running on the dagger's edge
    Ah, you are running on the dagger's edgе

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    I'm making so much money
    I could kill you, just to bill you for my time
    I turn my body inside out whеn I think
    So I don't think anything

    Beep, beep? I don't wanna beep
    I ate that bullet like it was a vitamin
    Three sheets to the wind
    Don't give your enemies anything
    Gone, gone, Littlefoot is gone
    Those dino children making you hysterical
    We know what you are

    Ah, you are running on the dagger's edge
    (Living on a ball of iron)
    Ah, you are running on the dagger's edge
    (Living on a ball of iron)
    Ah, you are running on the dagger's edge
    Ah, you are running on the dagger's edge

    Your life is not the one you ordered
    The customer is always right
    The chanting of the rancid hellkite hoot is
    Filling up your toad-crossed mind
    The need to reconnect with nature
    A ground-up horse and turkey lie
    The growling of your stomach's eldritch heart
    Is spilling into waking life
    We've all become tomorrow's bacon
    It's spilling into waking life

    We've all become tomorrow's bacon
    The customer is always right
    We've all become tomorrow's bacon
    It's filling up your toad-crossed mind
    We've all become tomorrow's bacon
    It's a ground-up horse and turkey lie

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    Composition: Alex Kaines, Jonathan Higgs, Michael Spearman, and Jeremy Pritchard

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