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Hopped in the getaway, left Santa Monica Dan Monick in the back with binoculars Ant's on the driver's side, I ride shotgun Looking at the rearview, I think somebody's following Helicopters clockin' the wrong clockers I just dropped my kids off at soccer It's gotta be awkward to walk and talk With the defiant posture of a giant toddler Hey, doctor, write me a script So I can pop the top off and light me a spliff Watch a documentary that I'll likely forget Let's stop pretending we got some type of life outside of this Gonna be okay, little homiе A hero ain't nothing but a hoagie Don't evеr let 'em put the baloney up in your bowl of macaroni Push the button and put the Dolby in your Sony Is it live or is it Memorex? I'm tryna live my best life check to check to check Never met a pessimist that plays chess We breaking our necks trying to make it look effortless And all I wanted was a Pepsi challenge Staring at your screen like you're checkin' your balance Like you finally figured out how to fight those fascists Turned off the headlights, the whole world vanished That's why, you know what my favorite disaster would be? And Jesus, I pray for one of these Letras de cancionesAn asteroid, a big fucking asteroid And I mean big, never mind this shit that destroyed the barn I'm talking about a big hunk of rock the size of Minnesota A flaming asteroid the size of Minnesota Screaming through the atmosphere and smashing right into— Hey, Minnesota From Letras Mania