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Get out of our runway
Or we'll smash you into the pavement
We're set to leave on a saturday
We no longer need your tiny brains
And we've said it all before
That this planet's such a bore
And our rocket ship is fixed
So we'll leave this ball of
Get out of our runway
Or we'll smash you into nothing
Three o'clock on a saturday
We no longer want your tiny brains
And we've said it all before
That this planet's such a bore
And our rocket ship is fixed
So we'll leave this ball of
And we've said it all before
That this planet's such a bore
And our rocketship is fixed
So we'll leave this ball of