Do you think I mind all these blatant sucking stares?
'Cause my words are like all you people
They're just meaningless
Spineless like the mime
That imitates his shrine
The shrine of college cretin bags
Pick me a winner, yeah
Pick me a winner, yeah
Do you know the red planet?
Do you know yourself?
Do you know the red planet?
Do you know them?
Da-da-da-da, the company policy
Da-da-da-da, all rights reserved
And this I know with the scratching bureau
Now, why do you think you're a sales figure?
It used to be that fun was our only main objective
But Mr. Old School will tell the new fuel
That they're igniting in the wrong direction
I've seen cash crop clubs
In the entertainment section, oh yeah
Do you know the red planet?
Do you know yourself?
Do you know the red planet?
Do you know them?
Da-da-da-da, the company policy
Da-da-da-da, all rights reserved
And this I know with the bloodied bureau
Now, why do you think you're a sales figure?
This I know you're the bloodied bureau
This I know you're a sales figure
Then I come and be glad at your funeral (I don't mind if you take me there)
This I know you're a sales figure
This I know you're the bloodied bureau (In fact I want to see the stars)
This I know, oh, oh, oh, oh
This I know (We'll take the plunge together in a fabric boat)
This I know I'll be glad at your funeral (And we'll sink together)
This I know (Just sign my destiny and)
(I will seal it forever)
Do you know the red planet?
Do you know yourself?
Do you know the red planet?
Do you know them?
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