It's funny because it's true
And even when you don't believe
I do
But how could you see through the smoke screen
The ignorance that clouds your eyes
That, when the moon shines bright,
Causes you to grow fur
And take off into the night?
I didn't think you'd get it
You never did
Or did you?
Either way I am doubtful
Your mouth is filled with moths
They whisper lies
And you believe every one
You're the man, I know!
Don't tell me twice
So perhaps one day you'll grow up
And take your own advice
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