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Killjoys

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Sing it out Boy, you've got to see what tomorrow brings Sing it out Girl, you've got to be what tomorrow needs For every time that They want to count

Alright children, the lights are out and the party's over It's time for me, Doctor D To start running and say goodbye for a little while And I know you

Check, check, check, check Check, check, check, check Check, check, check Check Don't believe what they say We're dead flies in the summertime They leave

Look alive, sunshine 109 in the sky but the pigs won't quit You're here with me, Dr. Death Defying I'll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter

Bad news from the zones tumbleweeds It looks like Jet Star and the Kobra Kid had a clap with an exterminator that went all Costa Rica and, uh, got themselves

When the lights go out Will you take me with you? And carry all this broken bone Through [Incomprehensible] Highways I called home Something I can't

: (Na Na Na...) Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs I don't need 'em, but I'll sell what you got Take the cash and I'll keep it Eight legs to the wall Hit

: Sing it out, boy you?ve got to see what tomorrow brings Sing it out, girl you?ve got to be what tomorrow needs For every time that they want to count