Their ship was wrecked, no way out Panic struck, their food was gone The island was bare, nothing to eat Except the danger growing at your feet Eternal life was the plan Radiation not conceived by man Something went wrong, his mind was fried Hes gone for good, but he did not die Ive got to try some Id like to dye some They made me buy some Oh yeah [Guitar solo] [Spoken] I had no choice All that time, oh, it suffered with hunger And then I lost her I, I was confused I couldnt decide what to do Then I ate them! Last night I took a oneway ride Something flying deep outside Pressed against my windowpane The mushroom people have come again!
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