"Big shots argue about what they've got, making the planet so hot, hot as a holocaust. Blow up! Everything's gonna go up, even if you don't show up in your Chemise Lacoste.
Total eclipse! It's a total eclipse! It's a total eclipse of the sun. Can't come to grips with the total eclipse; just a slip of the wrist and you're done.
Fall out! Nobody left to crawl out; if someone calls we're all out turning into French fries. Last dance! Let the entire cast dance; do the dismembered blast dance as we get atomized.
Total eclipse! It's a total eclipse! It's a total eclipse of the sun! Can't come to grips with the total eclipse; just a slip of the wrist and you're done."
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