With Regards Lyrics - Project 86

Out of the playground's ashes 

Come little men with little games 

They're playing war 

They're planning new crusades like new arcades 

The reason for the season is to flood the media 

With suicidal mania 

And paint this landscape with this human waste 

So lets all sing a song of love 

Lets sing sing sing sing 

Sing until our throats bleed 

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And if this child could sing he would say 

I don't need anybody 

I don't need anyone 

I don't need your guidance home 

Watch as I build my empire 

Watch as I rise and fall 

Watch as I fight all alone 

History's a stage for re-runs 

For 3 A.M. insomniacs who quote the episodes 

If tricycles came with guns we'd all be safe 

Little green men didn't come from outer space 

With coupons in the Sunday Paper 

They came from corporate brains 

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So until we all confess 

And admit we stole the candy 

These little men are playing games 

From here to eternity 

But I'll be sitting by myself here 

Waiting oh so patiently 

Waiting for the sky to fall 

And purge frail humanity