There Should Be Unicorns

Yeah, there should be unicorns
 The ones with the purple eyes
 It should be loud as fuck
 Hope the swans don't die
 There should be burning sun
 And naked slaves
 And if the police show up
 We'll give them so much money it will make them cry
 And forgive us
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 Yeah, there should be unicorns
 The ones with the purple eyes
 Not the green eyes
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 Yeah, there should be unicorns
 The ones with the purple eyes
 Not the green eyes
 Yeah, there should be unicorns
 The ones with the purple eyes
 Not the green eyes
 Yeah, there should be day glow strippers
 Ones from the Amazon
 Some edible butterflies
 We put ketchup on
 Some motorcycle stunts
 That always crash
 And if the police show up
 We'll bribe them into helping us steal the light of love
 From the rainbow sluts that live next door
 Yeah, there should be unicorns
 The ones with the purple eyes
 Not the green eyes
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 Yeah, there should be unicorns
 The ones with the purple eyes
 Not the green eyes
 At first there should be unicorns.
 The ones with the purple eyes, not the ones with green eyes.
 Whatever they give them, they shit everywhere.
 And it would be great if the moon was almost down.
 Like in a very red/orange state.
 Let's leave it like that for at least three hours, hovering just above the horizon.
 And if the police show up we will give them so much money that they can retire from their shitty, violent jobs and live the greatest life they've ever lived.
 And we will be high and the love generator will be turned up to its maximum.
 And we'll get higher when, at last, the sun comes up in the morning and we will collapse under the weight of the ancient earth.
 And it will be inside me and it will be inside you.
 And it will be the end of the world and the beginning of a new love