You-hoo-hoo
you've been gone for so long
I'm losing sleep
look at what
The prophet born againthe Bibie in his handWith fire and
In the company of morons
I swear they're unstoppable
Can't push, they're
The jiffy boy is on.
Hurry up, he needs a hammer,
try
There was this little knot,
it found a home somewhere to
Why do I still try?
Why do I even care?
Why do
Won't you twist my arm so seductively
and lead me to
Verse 1:If the future had to speak its historyWould it
I could be famous, but fame is nothing but hype,
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