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I am an anarchist
An antichrist
An asterisk
I am an anorak
An acolyte
An accidental

I am eleven feet
Okay, eight
Six foot three
I fought the British and I won

I am a rocket ship
A jet fighter
A paper airplane

Say what you will
I am the kill
The only thing that keeps you real truly safe from me at all

I have a tendency
To exaggerate
Just a little bit
I am a plagiarist
Apologist
A lawless calculator
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

Say what you will
I am the kill
The only thing that keeps you real truly safe from me at all

Put Pat Sajak back in office
Put Pat Sajak back

But the sun still sets on you
And your retarded party
Nobody came to ditch you and so you drink to
All the emptiness until you wake up
And there's hell to pay again

And the punchline point at you
And all the comebacks in the world are in your head
But you can't say them until everybody leaves
And it's just you and your imaginary friends...
Your imaginary friends...
Your imaginary friends...
I am an anarchist   An antichrist   An asterisk   I am an anorak   An acolyte   An accidental      I am eleven feet   Okay, eight   Six foot three   I fought the British and I won      I am a rocket ship   A jet fighter   A paper airplane      Say what you will   I am the kill   The only thing that keeps you real truly safe from me at all      I have a tendency   To exaggerate   Just a little bit   I am a plagiarist   Apologist   A lawless calculator   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      Say what you will   I am the kill   The only thing that keeps you real truly safe from me at all      Put Pat Sajak back in office   Put Pat Sajak back      But the sun still sets on you   And your retarded party   Nobody came to ditch you and so you drink to   All the emptiness until you wake up   And there's hell to pay again      And the punchline point at you   And all the comebacks in the world are in your head   But you can't say them until everybody leaves   And it's just you and your imaginary friends...   Your imaginary friends...   Your imaginary friends...