Текст песни
You′ve
got
to
come
into
my
kitchen
for
a
crime
You've
got
to
shoot
me
up
and
tie
me
to
the
kite
I′m
gonna
tell
you
what
to
do
about
yourself
Because
the
breakfast
of
the
champions
is
a
hedonistic
health
Made
of
paper
and
glue
You're
a
Rubik's
cube
You
can
buy
it
in
cans,
tin
cans
You
were
always
the
first
But
I
think
you′ve
got
your
hands
reversed
Hands
reversed
Hands
reversed
And
cool
for
sure
Watching
your
weekends
and
your
holidays
combine
Trying
to
color
in
between
the
dotted
lines
Your
only
souvenir′s
a
suitcase
full
of
sand
But
when
you
feel
like
you're
a
million
then
I
feel
like
I′m
a
grand
Made
of
paper
and
glue
You're
a
Rubik′s
cube
You
can
buy
it
in
cans
(tin
cans)
You
were
always
the
first
But
I
think
you've
got
your
hands
reversed
Hands
reversed
Hands
reversed
And
cool
for
sure
Made
of
paper
and
glue
You′re
a
Rubik's
cube
You
can
buy
it
in
cans
(tin
cans)
You
were
always
the
first
But
I
think
you've
got
your
hands
reversed
Hands
reversed
Hands
reversed
And
cool
for
sure
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