The Air-Conditioned Nightmare Mr. Bungle

Hey, inside of me today
There is no one
Only asteroids and empty space
A waste
Oh, oh, oh, oh, we-ooh

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Get me out of this air-conditioned nightmare
Rots your brain just like a catchy tune, you
You will hate life more than life hates you
Happiness is your illness in an air-conditioned nightmare

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