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Now, to the purpose of this meeting I wanna hear the preparations you've each made so far Bree? Let's start with you We have rations set more than two whole weeks I unloaded scarce dinghies patched for leaks Two hundred and thirty six store room crates Ready to be packed (ready to be packed) And neatly stacked in groups of four unless someone speaks We have ample care in case stuff gets real Daily prayer if you need to feel One hundred and forty four hours left to ensure that all is set And don't you fret. You need some whiskey! And we'll make you a deal Great, great! I'm so impressed! At this Great rate We'll have no trouble with the rest! Don't we make quite a band? My uptight father thought We were not to be trusted But the lot that you just did Will guarantee you'll Take home that cool grand A cool grand I'll get me a car painted bottle green (disgusting!) I'll buy me a gun like an M16 (you psycho) Me? I'll take a cruise Buy some booze Eat my sugar cravings (so freakin' lame!) I'll pay my loans Get new phones (oh wicked shame) Put it all in savings (time out!) What about our little friend? Bet you want some scary piece of shit I wonder What's the wickie want? What's the wickie want? (Yeah!) What's the wickie want? What's the wickie want? (Yeah) (What do you want Widow?) What's the wickie want? What's the wickie want?
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