Technodance
(lyrics improvised from the mind of Brad Smith)

Dark room full of salt
little man in the corner
what's his problem
Dark corner full of salt
it's a salty place
sodium chloride, oh.

There's a man
he's got himself a plan today
Austrian accent: Plans for all you boys and girls
we have yummy things for you
You will eat them up you will

It's a Technodance
Technotechnotechnodance
Technodance for all boys and girls

It's a Technodance
Technotechnotechnodance
You will throw yourself into a vomitous frenzy

Bubonic plague
oh the puss that squirts
from the bulbous masses in your groin,
and armpit, and neck area
Ten thousand die in a week
Lord the mass graves, oh how they reek!
Oh man, even people going insane and throw themselves into the graves
Why else but to the light!

Oh techno
Oh...aahahahaaaww!
No! Sherry, no!
You've never given up on anything in your life!
Why, God....ahahaaaaww!

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