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The neighbors are cloning themselves We found their cocoons in the garbage we'll either stay high forever, crash in or out or two (?) sleeping the sleep of the blessed picking through trashcans with you The guy on t.v. is a prophet You just have to look in his eyes We'll either turn our lives over to Christ or we'll just drift off Trying to better ourselves Giving up after one or two tries SongtexteThe high school's a front for the yakuza Everyone, everyone knows it we will all shortly be richer than god if we'll just hold on as long as we play all our cards right as long as nobody here blows it I've drawn up a map of the autumn the holding tanks full for the night I heard all about it on Citizen's Band It's a brand new day We'll be awake until Thursday The future's disarmingly bright Aus Songtexte Mania