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When I look at your face I see dirt
All the sunshine you blow up my ass starts to hurt
And I don't really mind if I'm nothing in your eyes
It's no suprise to me
Cause the rocket I built, is under my kilt,
It's coming to blow you away.
I was a jerk, I did the work, for somebody else's dream,
I took the chance, I lost my pants, in somebody else's dream tonight.
Now you're calling me up to get paid,
And if you don't get paid then you'll never get laid.
But I really don't have any money, I say goodbye,
And you'll have to depend on the size.
Cause the thing that I built, it's ripping my kilt,
It's coming to blow you away.
I was a jerk, I did the work, for somebody else's dream,
I took the chance, I lost my pants, in somebody else's dream tonight.
Now I think that I'm going to bed,
As the image of you and your crap leaves my head.
Cause it's t-minus 20 tomorrow, rocket flies,
And it doesn't depend on the size.
Cause the thing that I built, it's ripping my kilt,
It's coming to blow you away.
I was a jerk, I did the work, for somebody else's dream,
I took the chance, I lost my pants, in somebody else's dream tonight.
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