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heads of state who ride and wrangle
who look at your face from more than one angle
can cut you from their bloated budgets
like sharpened knives to chicken mcnuggets
now heads of state who ride and wrangle
who look at your face from more than one angle
can cut you from their bloated budgets
like sharpened knives to chicken mcnuggets

shut the fuck ahhh
no shut the fuck up
right right learn to buck up
right shut the fuck up
now now learn to buck up

now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
we'll eat your children and steal your thunder
while heavy torsos that heave and hurl
will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels
now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
we'll eat your children and steal your thunder
while heavy torsos that heave and hurl
will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels

shut the fuck ahhh
no shut the fuck up
right now learn to buck up
right shut the fuck up
learn to buck up

now simple feet that flicker like fire
and burn like candles in smokey spires
do more to turn my joy to sadness than
sombre thoughts of burning planets
now clever feet that flicker like fire
and burn like candles in smokey spires
do more to turn my joy to sadness than
sombre thoughts of burning planets

shut the fuck
oh right ok
shut the fuck
i dont wanna
shut the fuck
i dont wanna hear it
shut the fuck
thats right
shut the fuck
oh no ok
shut the fuck
i dont wanna
heads of state who ride and wrangle   who look at your face from more than one angle   can cut you from their bloated budgets   like sharpened knives to chicken mcnuggets   now heads of state who ride and wrangle   who look at your face from more than one angle   can cut you from their bloated budgets   like sharpened knives to chicken mcnuggets      shut the fuck ahhh   no shut the fuck up   right right learn to buck up   right shut the fuck up   now now learn to buck up      now nimble fingers that dance on numbers   we'll eat your children and steal your thunder   while heavy torsos that heave and hurl   will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels   now nimble fingers that dance on numbers   we'll eat your children and steal your thunder   while heavy torsos that heave and hurl   will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels      shut the fuck ahhh   no shut the fuck up   right now learn to buck up   right shut the fuck up   learn to buck up      now simple feet that flicker like fire   and burn like candles in smokey spires   do more to turn my joy to sadness than   sombre thoughts of burning planets   now clever feet that flicker like fire   and burn like candles in smokey spires   do more to turn my joy to sadness than   sombre thoughts of burning planets      shut the fuck   oh right ok   shut the fuck   i dont wanna   shut the fuck   i dont wanna hear it   shut the fuck   thats right   shut the fuck   oh no ok   shut the fuck   i dont wanna