Dead Hot Workshop - Encyclopocalypse lyrics

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Dead Hot Workshop - Encyclopocalypse lyrics

Come peaceably Arms wide Or hands tied Who's Responsible for these things that span your attention? Survey said Crowd goes wild But Uncle Sam don't want you no more And I just saw the major with the man from Atlantis in Dallas And now there he is with the beautiful Barbara Eden in space After all we're all a fiery ball The root of it all Arsenio Hall The cattle call, it's all you can eat It's time to take a ride on the Allamericanelvischristmascadillac Speak to me tongue tied Eyes cried You set your sights a little too high A real kind of rock 'n' roll type of suicide Just kidding But I'm wondering if those rules would apply Whether you're starring in a fiction-action feature titled Satisfaction Guaranteed Or selling some crack to some White House aide If after all we're all a fiery ball The root of it all a saxophone The cattle call, it's all you can eat Time to take a ride on the Allamericanelvischristmascadillac