Nugget

OK
All right
Oh no
This one
This one
This one

Heads of state who ride and wrangle,
Who look at your face from more than one angle,
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpened (sharpening?) knives through chicken mcnuggets.

Now heads of state who ride and wrangle,
Who look at your face from more than one angle,
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpened knives through chicken mcnuggets.

(Shut the fuck...)
Oh no
Shut the fuck up.
(Shut the fuck...)
Right right
Learn to buck up
(Shut the fuck...)
Right
Shut the fuck up.
Hey
Ho
(Shut the fuck...)
Now
Now
Learn to buck up.
Oh
1,2, a 1,2,3,4
Hey
Ho
All Right
Oh yeah
Oh hey hey

Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
Will eat your children and steal your thunder,
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Who crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels.

Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
Will eat your children and steal your thunder,
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Who crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels.

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Shut the fuck up.
Shut the fuck up.
Learn to buck up.
Shut the fuck up.
Learn to buck up.

Now simple feet that flicker like fire
And burn like candles in smoky spires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets.

Now clever feet that flicker like fire
And burn like candles in smoky spires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets.