Dave Mandell, I'm disappointed.
Your life can't be so disappointing.
It's Saturday night all night, let's get out.
Out on the streets, the city is calling.
It's you and me, and Mike makes three, and we all know what we're doing.
It's not enough to say you care when we knew that you were falling.
Hey man, what's become of our heroes?
It's a sign of a new form of gravity.
Oh my god, your power is boring a terrible birdcake in the sky.
Your wide-awake is fucking snoring.
Your invisible plane is? errr? well I can see it.
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