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Uncle Bob
01:41
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Emerging nude, crouched before a timeline unfamiliar,
A cybernetic being designated for oblivion,
Our soulless, mesomorphic family man isn't here to stay,
But Uncle Bob's our only chance at preventing judgement day,
Uncle Bob, the savior of man's numbered days,
Uncle Bob, there is no fate but what we make,
Uncle Bob, living tissue over endoskeleton,
Uncle Bob, with Uncle Bob, we'll always win,
Our soulless, mesomorphic family man isn't here to stay,
Uncle Bob's our only chance at preventing judgement day,
Uncle Bob, terminator of man's numbered days,
Uncle Bob, there is no fate but what we've made,
Uncle Bob, living tissue over endoskeleton,
Uncle Bob, with Uncle Bob, the war begins,
Uncle Bob,
Uncle Bob,
Uncle Bob,
Uncle Bob,
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Operation
01:24
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Hey there, prisoner, where's your cape,
When your life melts down from it's silver plate,
There's a face in the mirror, but it's not yours,
Your friend with the scalpel made damn sure,
The incisions were precise, but your heart's inside,
And there's hell to pay as a regular guy,
Yes, the surgeon may have slashed your clothes,
But you're the one that made yourself alone,
You are the one, that's what she said,
When you painted a target upon your head,
When doctor's had her fun, you're gonna die alone,
She'll seal the hole that was once your head,
It'll be alright 'cause that's what she said,
When doctor's had her fun, you're gonna die alone,
Hey, parasite, what's that smell?
Is it our franken-bitch friend that you've sent to hell?
The respectable being that I used to know?
I wonder where that man did go,
Shattered by what you're told to be,
Flush the toilet on your nearby dreams,
While doc shits atop and you smell your life,
Wiped from the ass of what will be your wife,
You are the one, that's what she said,
When you painted a target upon your head,
When doctor's had her fun, you're gonna die alone,
She'll seal the hole that was once your head,
It'll be alright 'cause that's what she said,
Now doctor's had her fun and you're gonna die alone,
Operation, you're gonna die alone,
Operation, you're gonna die alone,
Operation, you're gonna die alone,
Operation, you're gonna fucking die alone,
You're dead.
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The Prople
01:34
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We know you want to pop the question,
The thought, it makes you lose an erection,
We're all aware that you want to know,
We've got an answer, now here we go,
We are The Prople,
Prople are us,
We need no introduction,
In Prople we trust,
Does it kill you, does it kill you,
Are there rumors, are they true,
"The fuck is a Prople," you might ask,
Here is our answer at last,
We are The Prople,
Prople are us,
We need no introduction,
In Prople we trust,
We are The Prople,
Prople are us,
We need no introduction,
In Prople we trust,
And the answer is...
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