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There's things going on I can't condone I don't want to grow up looking like my clone Mr. Scientist you're godlike with your pride You really need to have your test tubes tied (Like a cross of himself and a fox) 1969 was an acid trip But drugs can't hold a candle to this 1999 is a summer breeze But in the year 2000 Reality will become the disease There's a pea green Vega blocking my lane There's a yellow submarine consumed in flame There's a DNA sample on every toothbrush A vidcam hidden behind every bush (Y2K is gonna cause God to crash) There's things going on that are too extreme Natural born killers living out their dreams Dawn of the dead must be etched in stone We ate his cancer and we made it our own (Oliver is sinking in a yellow submarine) Aus Songtexte Mania