aliens exist
What if people knew that these were real
Up all night long
I am still the skeptic yes you know me
Up all night long
Dark and scary, ordinary, explanation, information
Up all night long
Tom: Hey Mark, who here thinks that I look very similar to Tom Cruise?
Hey mom there's something in the back room
Hope it's not the creature from above
You used to read me stories
As if my dreams were boring
We all know conspiracies are dumb
I'd leave my closet door open all night
I know the CIA would say
What you hear is all hearsay
I wish someone would tell me what was right
And there's something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I'm not like you guys
I'm not like you
Been best friends and will be till we die
I got an injection
Of love from the errection
My best friend thinks I'm just humping guys, alright
And there's something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I'm not like you guys
I'm not like you
Nice to know ya, paranoia, where's my mother, biofather
And there's something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I'm not like you guys
Twelve majestic lies
Mark: Tom has sex with guys
Tom: Thank you.
Mark: Yeah...
Tom: I think so too.
Mark: Yeah, like Tom Cruise in that movie, Born on the Fourth of July? That one?
Where he's handicapped and retarded and stupid and nobody likes him and he's a fucking asshole; hey!
Tom: That was mean
Mark: That's right
Tom: Never attack somebody that shits on himself. Do you guys think it's wierd to shit your pants when your sleeping? Not that I do it, but
I did it last night and I haven't taken a shower since, and I'm wondering if that's what smells.
Mark: Ha ha. Poopy. Poo poo. Caka, ha ha. Hey, I wrote this next song, wanna hear it?
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