The Planet Of Straw Men

It's got some Looney Tunes biology
 The planet of straw men
 Their only purpose is to disagree
 And do it publicly, amen
 They're always going for the coup de grâce
 They think they're gonna fuck a movie star
 But all paths lead to nowhere
 And it all adds up to nothing
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 It radiates more of a loneliness than it does a visible light
 But it's a beacon to the cosmonaut
 A weekend to the taikonaut, alright
 And then Beijing sends her diplomats
 And then the Kremlin sets their wiretaps
 And they send a probe to mine the gold
 On the planet of straw men
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 Don't hate the player, hate the game, right?
 Don't hate the singer, hate the song
 But don't go saying that to the straw men
 Or to their rubble kings, King Kong
 They want the glory of the coup de grâce
 A mating ritual or a courtship dance
 But all paths lead to nowhere
 And it all adds up to nothing
 You'll be picking Chinese cotton on the moon soon
 On the planet of straw men
 And you'll be buried in an egg and disinterred I've heard
 And made to do it all again
 Up on the surface, it's a charcoal roast
 There's ruined temples in the undergrowth
 And strange insects chirping
 With all the rancor of a coliseum
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 They want the glory of a coup de grâce
 They want the glory of a coup de grâce
 They want the glory of a coup de grâce
 On the planet of straw men
 They want the glory of a coup de grâce
 They want the glory of a coup de grâce
 They want the glory of a coup de grâce
 On the planet of straw men
 They want the glory of a coup de grâce
 They want the glory of a coup de grâce
 They want the glory of a coup de grâce
 On the planet of straw men
 They want the glory of a coup de grâce
 They want the glory of a coup de grâce
 They want the glory of a coup de grâce
 On the planet of straw men
 They want the glory of a coup de grâce
 They want the glory of a coup de grâce
 They want the glory of a coup de grâce