Silicon happiness
We gonna meet you at the plains Of wondeeeers Where dwarfs are sellin rubber quilts And podeeeers Where Fairy Queen performs strip show For gay kiiiids And Beauty finally fucked the Beast And got AIDS Chorus: Plains of silicon happiness blabla And if you ll find out a clue You ll have to paint your face in blue And if you ll get your final pass You ll have to lie bayond the grass I know the point of my life To stab my heart with rusty knife When you ll inhale the atmosphere We will be glad to
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