lock the boards and stay out of sight
no ones having fun tonight
our golden age is over don't you know?
the pph is growing cold, oh
they bring thoughts of conquest and blight
dying peace in our eyes, oh
locked in a place with doll as foot
they ask no cytube, we hold no nice gril, hey-oh
lock the board. kill the blight.
bob is outside tonight.
it's getting deader. it's getting deader.
it's getting deader. it's getting deader.
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