I can have my cherries and you can have you real
And we can screw in lava 'till the gods lick at our heels
We were born in oil a million years ago
And we can push the buttons of the come that makes us go
Makes us go, makes us go, makes us go
When I spoke with Saturn, he told me I was gone
But I can't lick eruption when my pulls tells me it's strong There
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