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Mate! I'm zzzonked, absolutely spent
I think I'm gonna give my eyes up for lent
I'll use my sockets to stock stones instead
And with an icy cold stare I'll hide bones in your bed

Mate! Please accept this invitation
So I can take you away

'Cos there's a one in three thousand chance that the Asteroid Apophis
Will collide with the earth in less than 20 years (Oh my God!)

Roll up for the knees up business

Yes, yes, yes, ok I think we've heard quite enough from you

Instead of staring at your Stella desperately for inspiration
Belt up and quiver at your indignation
I ain't saying anything that could be construed as an apology
There's another case study for anthropology
I know, let's announce embargos and denounce our far foes
Ingrowing egos a syntax he knows
It's just distance that separates us
Or are we really all ethno-centric-ally inclined?

Mate! What the fuck are you going on about?

This is a draconian law, I PROTEST!
I PROTEST!

The herd is rowdy
The squad is vexed
The herd is rowdy
The squad is vexed