Step out through the back door
Nothing but plain blue sand in sight
Flat, nasty
What's that in the distance looking lonesome on the horizon?
Walk closer and get a better look
It's tall
10-stories tall
Some kind of dog-thing
Standing on all fours
Feels warm, feels okay
I have to wait and see

When I look into the party
The sharing of the back door
I can feel the moonlight
Where the shadows look like veins
'Cause I can hear the body
Slappin' through my brain

We're all, we're all, we're all redundant

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