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Take the last train to Kalamazoo Have a bowl of mulligan stew Cause there's a chamber underground The alarm is starting to sound There's a fly floating in my soup There's a dead man wearing my suit And the president's on the phone Dead G-man in the reservoir There's a pipe bomb under my car The ambassador's on a plane Cause the virus cannot be contained And it seems like our fool proof plan Grew quickly way out of hand Now we can't even save ourselves So you can march in your little parades Read your little red books all day And you can search for the miracle cure But watch as all hope disappears They'll come down in their UFO's But the stores will already be closed They'll turn around and then they'll go home From Letras Mania