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Da-da-da-doe-da-da-da-doe
Da-da-da-doe-da-da-da-doe
Da-da-da-doe-da-da-da-doe
And we light those kings on fire
And the flames just grew even higher
The chloroform and the lightning storm
There was no chance of survival
Yip
Da-da-da-doe-da-da-da-doe
Da-da-da-doe-da-da-da-doe
Da-da-da-doe-da-da-da-doe
Da-da-da-doe-da-da-da-doe
And we'll light those kings on fire
And the flames just grew even higher
The chloroform and the lightning storm
There was no chance of survival
Steady hands and a lit trashcan
It was blasphemy, not the bible
Da-da-da-doe-da-da-da-doe
Da-da-da-doe-da-da-da-doe
