Aliens
The Cake Sale
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We sail the dark oceans on our ship of souls
But the tiller is spinning out of control
I've been speaking with aliens, they've agreed to abduct everyone but you
So we can start again
There's ice on the masthead there's plague in the hold
But you've gone off looking for your precious black gold
I've been speaking with aliens and they've agreed to adopt everyone but you
So we can start again
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Well come on the aliens, my friends the aliens, sweet little aliens come on
So we can start again
Even if I was the president I'm sure I couldn't make such a mess of it as you
We could start again