Sisters of Mercy-
I'm afraid we're gonna have to go over your head.
Cheap plastics, elastics;
We smoke at least a pack a day.
Every song is a Schweppes commercial;
All the kids charge over the hill.
I take my parents for granted.
I fear I've had my fill.
Hey! Wait!
You rock it, we rock it!
You want it, we got it!
And the father of the bride
Almost laughed and almost cried
When he heard the crazy way
That his son-in-law had died.
Everyone is going to sneak out.
The escape pods don't make a sound.
Everyone takes off from the ground.
Plug it in,
Turn it on,
Charge it up,
Let it fly.
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