(d. sahanaja)


Once again they played the pawn.

Seems the overtime's well-spent.

Sacrifice your sunshine for the rent.

Never had the guts to question why.

Makes you want to shrivel up and die.

So every time the world's a-stutter

Libbyland's a place you can call your own.

And if you find your road is cluttered

Close your eyes and laugh yourself all the way home.

It's funny where their interests lie -

In God and platinum we trust

'til you feel just like a speck of dust.

Rumor has your title up for sale

And if you must succeedyour friends must fail.
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So every time the world's a-stutter

Libbyland's a place you can call your own.

And if you find your road is cluttered

Close your eyes and laugh yourself all the way home.

You're in the eye of the psyclone

Where foolish angels fear to go.

They'd never know that your revolver was set to unload.

Explode!

Slip into another world...

It's a place you can call your own.

And if you find the world's a gutter

Close your eyes and laugh yourself all the way home.

The leprechaun's your ticket-taker

Libbyland's a place you can call your own.

So say goodnightyou mischief-makers -

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