Camp out... in the iris of the night
Move out...don't fret baby it's alright
Be still poor you - save your breath
Refill poor you - fake your death
There they go one, two, three, four, five...
There they go...a miranda warning saved my life
Treehuggers Unite!
Spawn believers as you go
It must be so tragic, losing magic
Sad but true, no one loves like you do
Argue in semitones, a man sows what he owns
Lose the "do's" before the "don't's"
Kill the poor bees and the drones
Prancing and dancing
Thinking while sinking
Choosing while losing time...
They build brown water that smokes dozens
Oh, don't ask why...
They build brown water that smokes dozens
The mall must die...
The mall must die...
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