You got the whole room turning around
You got me struggling through the shimmy slow
You know your lips are bleeding out
You got a face full of chemicals
You got the whole group screaming out
And now I'm scrambling for the conker tree
Where there's a field full of liberty caps
But all you want are the death caps
Now I see my soul and I see your soul as well
Now I feel so old, I feel so weak and ill
I must be tripping, I see my soul, see my soul
My head is d ripping, I see your soul, see your soul, see your soul
You got the whole group screaming out
And now I'm scrambling for the conker tree
Surround the field full of liberty caps
But all you want are the death caps
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