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CHAMPS

from Space Crackers by Clawjob

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GREG: Stuck up here with my space mate.
So long... so long.
I fear the robo-butler will eat me.
Is he gone? Is he gone?

It's been weeks since the last transmission.
Something's wrong... something's wrong.
I look down through the porthole window;
I see bombs. I see bombs.

What am I to do?
The whole universe has become completely unglued.

Thought that we'd come back as champs.

The last girl alive doesn't want me
In her bed... in her bed.
There were other fish in the sea,
But they're all dead. They're all dead.

What am I to do?
The whole universe has become completely unglued.

Thought that we'd come back as champs,
Not as sole survivors of the final fight.
Not as greasy stains on a crashed satellite.

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from Space Crackers, released May 16, 2006

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Clawjob was a concept-rock band that released two super fucking awesome albums that belong on every shelf in the galaxy. The members of Clawjob are now in Hex Map.

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