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Crosshairs
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, bricks, on sticks sure got raw niddicks
It's a gift, don't get shot for kicks
With the same slick used to plot sick vics with
Spotted at a chick flick, holdin' hands
The other one on his swollen glans, a golden chance
That's why he kept them holes in his pants
Rollin' in a old van, is what he told his stolen fans
Is that you? True, matched from hat to shoe
SNAFU, snatchin' ya brew, LaBatt's Blue
Black Jew like that's new, patch me through
No latch attached, skat shoo, catch twenty-two
Super, he's loaded dice nice
And overpriced, an arm and a leg; owe 'em your life or your ice
Villain, nag a grieving old hag
Snag a bragger by his mic cord and leave him holding the bag
Come clean, a bunch of dumb mean cream puffs
A keen drum machine buff, who fiends for more green stuff
Instead of starvin' there be problems by the goo gobs
Aight, somebody's robbin' Lou Dobbs and them tonight
And he's on the next flight, moon bound
And makes it a point to stay away from the goon pound
Got some peers that's gone in the lost years
Tears and cheers, born in the crosshairs
[Outro: Thundercleese &
Brak
]
Why are you listening to this backwards? (*reversed*)
Hey Mr. Thundercleese, what's that you were singing?
It is the Robotic Hymn of Doom
Well I always say, nothin livens up a Robotic Hymn of Doom
Better than an amazing pair of jugs!
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