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(They terrorize this neighborhood all night long) (The second the sun goes down) (They're all around us) (Giving us a hard time) (Making our lives harder) (They're never letting it be easy for us) (I tell ya, every day I wake up) (I wish these goddamn elves weren't around) (These mischievous little fellas, as I said before) (Now- now they never do anything good for this town) Meet with you and your friends by the house Wait for the bus to go buy records You guys get on, I roll my way down Just to creep away out of discomfort Just before the pigeon falls for the dove He waits for the bus to Cherry Airport On with your cherish and off with your head He didn't listen, left it all in his dorm I once again yearn At this error bus stop (At the Santa Ana Garden show) Trying to scrap it and build a robot It never works Go troubleshoot I pull out my rifle and aim past harm's dew And around this time next year He'll see the bus pull in He may get a message with a red ex He'll get consumed and beg to see green Another box of scraps for the junkyard A body fluid-soaked flower with your name on it Is the kind I don't think I could give A runner-up life with my name on it Is a life I don't think you could live Jesus Christ Jesus Christ I'm gonna bring back old feelings Cause when were they ever really ''old feelings" When I blab about an old storybook like this, I think You don't feel a thing from an old storybook like this, I think And it wouldn't work at that time of year Couldn't work at that time of year Can't work at this time of year Won't work at that time of year (Snowblowers aren't fair at all)