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Lyrics
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With bumbling, slapstick, keystone cops
I fumble for the prize,
as kalaidoscopic photo-ops
tumble past my eyes,
dreaming of celebrity,
destined for obscurity,
we scheme beneath
that starry wreath
that twinkles mystically.
With parasitic sycophants
who cowtow to their king,
and anorexic debutantes
who dance upon a string,
striving for popularity,
bound for anonymity,
we dream upon,
that great beyond,
that lures us mirthlessly.
So, God bless us hopeless wannabees,
with endless possibilities,
demagnitize
these bitter eyes,
before it’s time to go,
and God bless the real utopia
here in Misanthropia,
with stars so bright,
like heavens light,
upon each face below.
As silent, sleeping imbeciles
utter gentle squeaks,
their ever-sweeping chesire smiles
drool upon their cheeks.
Dreaming, ever peacefully,
immune to their inequity,
they drift below
that ancient glow
that rages endlessly.
So, God bless this hopeless wannabee,
with boundless personality
revitalize,
these sunken eyes,
before it’s time to go,
and God bless the real utopia
here in Misanthropia,
with stars so bright,
like heavens light,
upon each face below.
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Credits
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Lyrics Credits: Jeff Root
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Music Credits: Jeff Root
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Producer Credits: Jeff Root
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Publisher Credits: Black Hole Publishing
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Label Credits: Root Cellar Records
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Metadata
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Song Length: 3:01
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Primary Genre: Pop-Alternative
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Secondary Genre: Rock-General
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