Plammed in the back of the neck
Fall face down
Or any old direction
Wonder why they fizz like pop rocks
Now Plam in the place where he works
He won't morph
Think about the place where he lives
Try and clean up all that green stuff

If you are confused, look at "One Son"
Catch up with Krycek, he'll help you along
His hand grabs the bad guy right by the head
His plam is there to make bad guy dead
(repeat 1st verse)

Your gun's no good, green stuff sprays all around
Your pumps are ruined walking on the green ground
Your faith in Mulder's theory is steadily falling
Listen to reason
Reason is calling

(repeat 1st verse)

They all get away, through digital morphing
Listen to reason
Reason is calling
Your gun's no good, green stuff sprays all around
Your pumps are ruined walking on the green ground

So Plam (Plam)
Watch them fall
Any old direction
Wonder why they fizz like pop rocks
So Plam(Plam)
It's good sport
Think about direction, get 'em right between the shoulders
So Plam(Plam)
Find that plam
Mulder's where his mom used to live
Wond'ring where she hid the damn thing

(repeat 1st verse)

Plam in the back of his neck(Watch him fall)
Plam in the back of his neck(Ooze and all)
Your gun's no good, green stuff sprays all around(Plams in the place where you are)
Your pumps are ruined walking on the green ground, so plam.

Author: Exsanguinate

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