INTRO:
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What¡¯s that? (Fire from the gods)
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I don't know.
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Power glove...
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THAT LITTLE BASTARD,
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with his tricks and vile forms of play
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hacking shaving slicing mutilating
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all that gets before him,
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all that gets in his way.
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Coming around down the stairs.
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wood cracks beneath my feet,
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my hand slips across the rail
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collecting dust on my finger tips.
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I came into a dark room
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the smell of wet stone of many years
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then there was a bubonic retard's blank empty stare...
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LITTLE ANDROID MAN
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HALF THE SIZE THAT I AM
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SCISSORS ON HIS HEAD
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SCCCIIISSSOOORRRRSSSSS ON HIS FUCKING HEAD!
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Little android man
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-born without a soul
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without that force of reason-
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the scissors took control.
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Little android man-
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born without a heart
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if he's in your vicinity he'll cut you apart!
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Here he comes
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bring it down
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it's just a game
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Don't look back he's right behind
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and here's your piece of mind.
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(cut cut cut cut
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cut cut CUT CUUTT!
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CUT! CUT! CUT! CUT!
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CUT! CUT! CUT! CUT!
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CUT! CUT! CUT! CUT!
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CUT! CUT! CUT! CUT!)
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little android man,
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born without a soul
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without the voice of reason
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the scissors took control!
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little android man,
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born without a heart
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if hes in your vicinity
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he'll cut you apart.
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Counting it down until your death counts on his fingers..
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1 2 3 4
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LITTLE ANDROID MAN
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NEVER- NEVER - NEVER TRUST A
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LITTLE ANDROID MAN
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HE'LL CUT CUT CUT CUT
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OUTRO:
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jeez, I love the power glove. It's so bad...
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Cutsman
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Horse The Band |