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    "...With Regards, T.H." Lyrics

    Project 86

    Out of the playground's ashes
    Come little men with little games
    They're playing war
    They're planning new crusades like new arcades
    The reason for the season is to flood the media
    With suicidal mania
    And paint this landscape with this human waste

    So lets all sing a song of love
    Lets sing sing sing sing
    Sing until our throats bleed

    And if this child could sing he would say
    I don't need anybody
    I don't need anyone
    I don't need your guidance home
    Watch as I build my empire
    Watch as I rise and fall
    Watch as I fight all alone

    History's a stage for re-runs
    For 3 A.M. insomniacs who quote the episodes
    If tricycles came with guns we'd all be safe
    Little green men didn't come from outer space
    With coupons in the Sunday Paper
    They came from corporate brains

    So until we all confess
    And admit we stole the candy
    These little men are playing games
    From here to eternity
    But I'll be sitting by myself here
    Waiting oh so patiently
    Waiting for the sky to fall
    And purge frail humanity
    This song was submitted on September 18th, 2013 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Alexander Albert, Andrew Schwab, Randy Torres, Steven Dail.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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