I am anarchist
An Antichrist
An asterisk
I am atheist
An acolyte
An alcoholic
I am eleven feet
OK, eight
Six foot three
I am an amazon
An ampersand
An accident
I fought the British and I won
I am a rocket ship
A jet fighter
A paper airplane
Say what you will
I am the kill
The only only one that makes you real
The only thing that makes you really truly safe from me
Put Pat Sajak back in office
Put Pat Sajak back in office
Put Pat Sajak back in office
I have a tendency
To exaggerate
Just a little bit
I am a plagiarist
A terrorist
Attention getter
I am optimist
A closeted
Misogynist
I fought the British and I won
Say what you will
I am the kill
The only thing that makes you real
Say what you will
I am the kill
The only thing that makes you real truly safe from me
Put Pat Sajak back in office
Put Pat Sajak back in office
Put Pat Sajak back in office
But the sun still sets on you
And your retarded party
Nobody came to ditch you and so you drink to
All the emptiness until you wake up
And there's hell to pay again
And the punchline poisoned you
And all the comebacks in the world are in your head
But you can't say them until everybody leaves
And it's just you and your imaginary friends
Your imaginary friends
Your imaginary friends
Your imaginary friends
Your imaginary friends
An Antichrist
An asterisk
I am atheist
An acolyte
An alcoholic
I am eleven feet
OK, eight
Six foot three
I am an amazon
An ampersand
An accident
I fought the British and I won
I am a rocket ship
A jet fighter
A paper airplane
Say what you will
I am the kill
The only only one that makes you real
The only thing that makes you really truly safe from me
Put Pat Sajak back in office
Put Pat Sajak back in office
Put Pat Sajak back in office
I have a tendency
To exaggerate
Just a little bit
I am a plagiarist
A terrorist
Attention getter
I am optimist
A closeted
Misogynist
I fought the British and I won
Say what you will
I am the kill
The only thing that makes you real
Say what you will
I am the kill
The only thing that makes you real truly safe from me
Put Pat Sajak back in office
Put Pat Sajak back in office
Put Pat Sajak back in office
But the sun still sets on you
And your retarded party
Nobody came to ditch you and so you drink to
All the emptiness until you wake up
And there's hell to pay again
And the punchline poisoned you
And all the comebacks in the world are in your head
But you can't say them until everybody leaves
And it's just you and your imaginary friends
Your imaginary friends
Your imaginary friends
Your imaginary friends
Your imaginary friends
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