Funeral, funeral out there in space
Cubes appearing all over your face
Some sort of rare skin condition
puts you in the right position
to exceed the speed of light
She was a boy with a pokerface hand
She laid down the law of the land
Declared a war
on nineteen eighty four
Tournament, tournament, rubix cube deathmatch
Why did you expect her to lose
This was no bicycle race
They drowned as whiskey poured forth from her face
Another funeral in space
She was a boy with a pokerface hand
She wasn't hard to understand
Declared a war
on nineteen eighty four
She was a boy with a poker face hand
She would destroy all of Japan
Declared a war
on nineteen eighty four

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