What's the story? Ain't baskin' in glory, More like the degeneration zone, What's the story? Nemeses won't let our Hubris alone. Yes, our Hubris, Brought on our Nemeses messes, Now, try to hide, From our pride. Yes, our Hubris, Brought on our Nemeses messes, After prolonged distress, We'll have wished we had died. If the sun shines too bright, We'll bring on the night, And, a storm surge too tall, We'll build a taller wall! Should an animal become extinct, We'll clone it, What do ya think? Watch a child die, n' try not to cry? What's the story? Ain't baskin' in glory, More like the degeneration zone, What's the story? Nemeses won't let our Hubris alone. Now we swim in Nemeses' messes. Nemeses' messes? Yes. Residing at our addresses. Did I mention, Talkin' bout my degeneration? (A lil' Who refrain) Don't have to worry, Here's the story, We'll all die before we get old, Yeah, talkin' bout my degeneration, A sad story to be told.
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