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Finally back again,
the forerunners of the lead heavy heavy rock.
The ambassadors of the shit-thick plectrums.
Groovy rawk until the ears bleed.
But we are slaves.< br/>We are slaves in a satanic humor machine.
Bound in chains of cold irony.
Condemned to a life of fun,
desperately trying to get people to ¥ laugh.
Yes, we are slaves.
We are slaves,
slaves of humor.
Yes, we are slaves,
slaves of humor.
Could have grown up, but it messes it up
with our morbid urge for dilldall and puns.
Nothing on the heart, fool and rule maker.
Eternally lost, nothing to go on Come along.
We are slaves,
Slaves to humor.
Sure, we are slaves,
Slaves to humor.
We are, we are, we are slaves,
slaves of humor.
(Sure, we are.)
Sure, we are slaves,
slaves of humor.
Yes, we are slaves,< br/>slaves to humor.
(We have killed ourselves.)
Sure, we are slaves,
slaves to humor.