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The Animals Are Behind Bars

de Circus Contraption

Playin' hot potato with a hand grenade
Shakin' like a leaf on a tree
you can see my blow myself to smithereens
Now look it's raining pieces of me

Oh look up in the sky
It's a hole about the size of Texas
Oh fuck it's the end of the world
And don't you come a-crawlin' to me

You fuck with mother nature
And she's gonna get pissed
She don't always act like a lady
She's the one who handed you the gift of life
And she could always take it away

Oh look up in the sky
It's a hole about the size of Texas
Oh fuck it's the end of the world
And don't you come a-crawlin' to me

My god is made of balsa wood and porcelain
I think I'm gonna puke in the sink
I need another shot of dextromethorthat
take a break from having to think

Oh look up in the sky
It's a hole about the size of Texas
Oh fuck it's the end of the world
And don't you come a-crawlin' to me

Oh look up in the sky
It's a hole about the size of Texas
Oh fuck everybody's runnin amuk
So don't you come a-crawlin' to me

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