Angels and demons holding hands and whistling 'Dixie'
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We haven't had that kind of fun 'round here since 1960
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We wait in longer lines than the Russian's ever did
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Selling our children's souls to the highest bid
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I can't describe the way it feels
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These songs will blare out of your eyes
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When I get to the green building
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My arrival will be televised
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When I get to the green building
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When I get to the green building
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Na Na Na...
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Na Na Na...
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Satan's cheerleaders prancing 'round the maypole in December
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We haven't had that kind of spectacle here since I can remember
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Our fearless leaders say they're equal to the task
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And every point of view on this depends on who you ask
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It doesn't matter any way
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Our prophecies are realised
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When I get to the green building
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The stars will shine out of your eyes
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When I get to the green building
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When I get to the green building
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Na Na Na...
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Na Na Na...
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Isn't it interesting to see whose heart shall pass?
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When they try to hide them, but they're made of glass
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Isn't it interesting to see who lives or dies?
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On the rollercoasters and the water slides
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Isn't it interesting to watch them play their game?
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When they're all such cheaters and they have no shame
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And isn't it interesting to hear the demons sing?
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When the doorbell rings
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At the green building
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Isn't it interesting?
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Isn't it interesting?
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When the doorbell rings
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At the green building
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Isn't it interesting?
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Isn't it interesting?
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When I Get To The Green Building
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