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I am an anarchist
An antichrist
An asterix
I am an anorak
An acolyte
An accidental
I am eleven feet
Ok, eight...
Six foot three...
I fought the British and I won
I have a rocket ship
A jetfighter
A paper airplane
Ja ja ja ja ja

Say what you will... I am The Kill
The only thing that keeps you really truly safe from being real

I have a tendency
To exaggerate
Just a little bit
I am a plagiarist
Apologist
A walruscokeheadlizard
I am an optimist
A closeted misogynist
I fought the British and I won
I have a wishing well a living will a magical eight ball
Ja ja ja ja ja

Say what you will - I am The Kill
The only thing that keeps you really truly safe from being real

Put pat sajak back in office
Put pat sajak back in office!!!

But the sun still sets on you
And the retarded party nobody came to but you
And so you drink to all the emptiness until you wake up
And there's hell to pay again

And the punch lines point at you
And all the comebacks in the world are in your head
And you can't say them until everybody leaves
And it's just you and your imaginary friends...
I am an anarchist   An antichrist   An asterix   I am an anorak   An acolyte   An accidental   I am eleven feet   Ok, eight...   Six foot three...   I fought the British and I won   I have a rocket ship   A jetfighter   A paper airplane   Ja ja ja ja ja      Say what you will... I am The Kill   The only thing that keeps you really truly safe from being real      I have a tendency   To exaggerate   Just a little bit   I am a plagiarist   Apologist   A walruscokeheadlizard   I am an optimist   A closeted misogynist   I fought the British and I won   I have a wishing well a living will a magical eight ball   Ja ja ja ja ja      Say what you will - I am The Kill   The only thing that keeps you really truly safe from being real      Put pat sajak back in office   Put pat sajak back in office!!!      But the sun still sets on you   And the retarded party nobody came to but you   And so you drink to all the emptiness until you wake up   And there's hell to pay again      And the punch lines point at you   And all the comebacks in the world are in your head   And you can't say them until everybody leaves   And it's just you and your imaginary friends...