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O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad. O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.

 

Hi. I'm not home right now. I'm in my crypt tonight...

 

But if you want to leave a message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.

 

Here come the planes. So you better get ready. Ready to go. You can come as you are, but pay as you go. Pay as you go. Cause I can't save you now, can't hold onto Airforce One any more

 

And I said: OK. Who is this really? And the voice said: This is the hand, the hand that takes. And the voice said, "Hold on, I've got you." And Lois said, "You've got me? Who's got you?"

 

And the voice said, 'This is the hand, the hand that takes. This is the hand, the hand that takes. Here come the planes. They're American planes. Made in America.

 

But not saved by me, cause I'm gone.

 

And the voice said:

 

Neither snow nor rain nor gloom of night shall stay these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.

 

And I said, "I had to give up delivering Couriers when me legs went"

 

'Cause when love is gone, there's always justice. And when justice is gone, there's always force. And when force is gone, there's bugger all, because I've shuffled off this mortal coil.

 

So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. In your automatic arms. Your electronic arms. In your arms. So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. Your petrochemical arms. Your military arms. In your electronic arms.

 

And send my wheelchair down to Manx Metals for recycling, it's the least we can do.

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