The ether will wear off and the duct tape will come off
When it's your turn to talk
Yes, it's dark
You may not even be safe here
I don't know
It ain't my world
But, of this, you can be sure
We're in a pasture in the middle of nowhere
And will be until you're cured
You've got a problem, and it's been weighing heavy on me
You won't listen to reason
And you're too bright for history
So, I'm speaking to you as a friend
Your team sucks and they're never gonna win
Here 'til you get it through your head
Your team sucks and they're never gonna win
You're thinking you'll have me fired
You might even be planning on pressing charges
Well, you can forget all that right now
It's not just me
Turn on your headlights, boys
Hop out and gather around
We're all here and now is the time
Tell your bossman what's on your mind
We are tired of your abuse
We've tried it nice, but it ain't no use
We don't care about your loveable losers
Enough about your loveable losers
Forget about your loveable losers
Let it go
We're speaking to you as a friend
Your team sucks and they're never gonna win
Here 'til you get it through your head
Your team sucks and they're never gonna win
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