I can't fucking take it anymore
I'd like to go home
And tend to a song
Click all the right notes
While you sing along
But girl, all I know is I've got to survive
By delivering delicious pies
At first when I couldn't leave
You think that they would bereave
But upon thinkin' 'bout the game of it all
I just remain against the back wall
I got cake at the watering hole
I got cake at the watering hole
Beloved confection, researched to perfection
Futile act to keep away from it all
I got cake at the watering hole
I got cake at the watering hole
Blinkenlights overwhelm me, a low hum's plenty
Clandestine corner, suburban shopping mall
I got cake
Futuristic street gang
Speakin' Esperanto
Huntin' gators with Benny and the boys
Subterranean embargo
Futuristic street gang
Accosts you on your walk home
Sold your blaster for synthesizer parts
Well I guess you reap what you sow
Surfing around fucked up on my computer
Playing this game: you see a hot girl, you shoot her
It's O.K., it's not fucking real anyway
It's O.K., I'm not fucking real anyway
Say what's in your mind
Let it all out
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