Track 3379/1The Chosen Ones

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Here we are safe We are wrapped in our bubble Of disinfected trouble We can't begin to know There they are, where they are Lost in the mire Of disinfected liar And angry holy joe Hear our swags lyrical Wise words satirical With air guitars And poison puns We really are The chosen ones Though we are smug We are cocksure and clever We know that we know better We know that we are right It's word jazz as plain as the news On your Facebook It's all clear as day looks It's all in black and white Wait till they hear us shout We have so much to shout about We shoot the stars with water guns We really are The chosen ones We hold the real gold The truth is in the telling And everything we're selling Will surely come to be We hold the high ground They're all bound to see it I'd even guarantee it My friends, they all agree Big time and all been right So we'll sleep in peace tonight With air guitar And poison puns We shoot the stars with water guns Just wait until our kingdom comes There's still a way home The chosen ones