Lyrics
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Step out through the back door
Nothing but plain blue sand, in sight
Flat, nasty
But what's that in the distance looking lonesome on the horizon
Walk closer to get a better look
It's tall, ten stories tall
Some kind of dog-thing standing on all fours
Feels warm, feels okay
Well I have to wait and see
When I look into the party
The sharing of the bed door
I can feel the moonlight
Where the shadows look like veins
I can hear the booty
It's slapping through my brain
We're all, we're all, we're all redundant
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