Woorden: Frank Black. Pie In The Sky.

It takes photon power and eight minutes of an hour
To make it to our sun
And I know it sounds weird
But it'll take you four years to make the next one

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That's the sauce of chaos
And that's an order
That's an order

So stomp your feet and clap your hands
Get out of your seat and do a little dance
Lift up your voice and sing with glee
Now, listen carefully to me

Desert your quarters
Behold the pie in the sky
And that's an order
That's an order

That's an order
That's an order
That's an order
That's an order
That's an order
That's an order
That's an order