C Am F C
Gonna lay waste to the galaxy, Harvest a millions souls,
Am F C G
Suck them up into my tractor beam, your dogs and cows and foals,
C Am F C
There’s no limit to my craving, I’ve need to taste them all,
F C G C
When you’re an inter-galactic connoisseur, and hunger comes to call.
Stop your silly whining, eat or be eaten is the way,
And I’ve done a lot of eating, And I’ll be eating more today,
Chopping out their livers, making smoothies from their spleens,
Us aliens have unique tastes, and to collect we have the means,
I’ve never eaten human, so you can dry your tears,
But there is a delicacy fine, that grows within their rears,
Something special happens, whenever they eat nuts,
A fine and pungent patte, can be taken from their butts,
We seeded all the plant, with pecan and hazel trees,
Walnuts, almonds peanuts, and every nut species,
So now we have a strong supply, and despite what you have read,
We found a way to get it out, without making them dead.
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