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You think I'm a thug
I hear you thinking I'm a thug, sentimental like a thug
Well I lack the physique but, yes sir, it's a brutal tribe
We dive for pearls in the drain and hold dying competitions
Who can squirt blood furthest into
the mouths of our cannibal overlords
I want to tell you about what I want
I want to tell you about what I want
You think I'm un-generous? Really? In what way?
The more you give someone the more they want from you
Rubbishing people is fun, it's second to none
In the joy that it brings to the self-righteous minds
Ah-ooh, is my head on straight, baby
I want to tell you about what I want
I want to tell you about what I want
I want world peace, gentle socialismo-no-machismo
And the only God shall be the god of L-O-V-E
I want a non-invasive kind of telepathy
That lets you feel what it's like to be somebody else
Feel what it's like to be somebody else
I want to tell you about what I want
I want to tell you about what I want
We're replacing ourselves with artificial thought
Boo boop b-doo
And that could could be our legacy
Before the feline dynasty
Scampers over history
Skiddley-bop, skiddley-bop, skiddley-bop
And the machines count up to heaven twenty-four seven
But eight billion zeroes is still zero
If you got no heart
I want to tell you about what I want
I want to tell you about what I want
I want to tell you about what I want
I want to tell you about what I want
What I want, what I want, what I want, what I want
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