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Death of an Irken

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Dog’s paws and endless power
Watching him in my garage
His monster ate his neighbor
This nova is over
I’ll come and play
Near the radio
I’ve got him on my bare feet
The love of an Irken

Tick tock, I’m waiting for a reporter
But time won’t open another door

Lots of love, just keep it comin’
Makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’
These are the best that I…
I don’t know how to say
Losin’ what we love today
These are the best that I…
Lots of love, just keep it comin’
Makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’
These are the best that I…
I don’t know what to say
Look at what we lost today
And these are the things that I…

Blood hidden in his kitchen
Can’t sign off and can’t wind down
This Irken ends his mission
This nova is over
I’ll watch the fall
By the city’s hill
Keep my mind from nothing’s madness
The love of an Irken

Let’s bow our heads
And let the trumpets blow
Our boy is gone
God bless his little soul

Lots of love, just keep it comin’
Makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’
These are the best that I…
I don’t know how to say
Losin’ what we love today.
These are the best that I…
Lots of love, just keep it comin’
Makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’
These are the best that I…
I don’t know what to say
Look at what we lost today
And these are the things that I…

He’s got sword in case
Though this is not his lord incase
The one who can't afford to face
His image is far from grace.

Disappeared.
No trace.
Old tears.
Someplace.

The small turn brave
Little people who no one thought cared
We just want color pages...
Down and out but not in rages.
Disembarks and disengages.
Our loss

Sweet pink cellophane on the window’s fortitude
For the stupid fake noises that stop and allude
To dangling trinkets that mimic the silver love and sell it.
It's for you.

Red battered dirty town slip kisses delivered by moose
Music and devoted followers arrive in time to catch a late show.
It's a death bee’s barrel race.
This girl stares and chases wasted feature who tried and failed to reach her.
Embossed inside a box in the closet that's lost.
The kind that you find when you mind your own mysteries.
Our brother to the quickness before he blisters into the newmorning milk blanket.
Your ill is funny to the gothstyle pink bunny whose rose set a course for bloom only to decay.
Get you broom and sweep the echoes of yesternights fallen obsessions... away...
A parody of the song "Death of a Martian" by Red Hot Chili Peppers, this version is an Invader Zim tribute.
The similar lyrics made me just have to write this.

Invader Zim © Jhonen Vasquez and Nickelodeon
Death of a Martian original lyrics © Red Hot Chili Peppers
© 2007 - 2024 RottenKindaCute
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