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I, know it sounds alright, and it doesn’t have to be a Friday night to be D-Railed again, the rogue train creakin round the bend again I am the idiot, steer this bitch to the cusp of it Idiocracy Idiocracy Idiocracy Oh no, A world run by idiots. I try to think pretty but it ends up hideous And time all warped together and I need to mop the spillage I need to mop the spillage, I need to mop the spillage Idiocracy Idiocracy Idiocracy From Letras Mania