| Enter now the lions den
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| It’s long past due that we begin
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| I have longed for you afar
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| Love sacriface in my backyard
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| I have seen beyond my gaze
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| I have gazed beyond today
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| And their lust shall build a world
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| Is what the prophets have to say
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| In this world where I am king
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| The atoms roar and strange love sings
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| All the jewels that one can bring
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| Mutant rags and big T. V
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| Service now, the mushroom boy
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| Come to me now, by my side
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| And if you don’t want to play
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| Then I’m afraid you’ll have to cry
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| 'Cause I can fry you with my eyes
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| I can blow you to kingdom come
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| I can take all the friends away
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| I’ve got mushroom clouds in my hands
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| And a place in my head for you
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| Better come to the throne today
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| There’s a line inside my head
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| I dance at night before bed
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| But I never took the ride
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| And silo shed, on the other side
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| Service now, the mushroom boy
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| Or at lest come to a show
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| Just one lick upon my thoughts
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| Or both our worlds will have to go
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| 'Cause I can fry you with my eyes
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| I can blow you to kingdom come
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| I can take all the friends away
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| I’ve got mushroom clouds in my hands
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| And a place in my head for you
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| Better come to the throne today
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| Whoa.
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| I’m just not quite right today
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| Whoa. |