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Intro
00:06
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Here I am now, entertain me
There must be somewhere on the internet I can go
Where furverts serenade me with mp3s of ukelele
Where I'm not bored or ignored
Where dramas can unfurl in a semi-real world
And I can argue with strangers!
Where I can converse in text, pics and links, quote in verbatiim
Steal all the music and movies in history
and never read a book, but maybe a blog
Where every day I get a message, saying:
LADY YOUR DICK IS TOO SMALL, BIGGER IT NOW SUDDENLY!
NATURALLY IRRESISTABLE YOUR CORPORATE IDENTITY!
GET MUSCULAR, THICK-VEINED PORN STAR COCK!
THIS IS THE MOST MODERN AND SAFE WAY NOT TO COVER WITH SHAME!
There must be somewhere on the internet I can go
Where all my interactions are transcribed for posterity
And nothing is left to the vagaries of memory
My emotional history compiled from binary and
Rendered up in cold text in few fonts
There must be somewhere I can go on the internet
Is that what I want?
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The Internet is Handy
01:57
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Would you be my television, movie theater, red light district, bar, club, radio, mall, casino, auction house, telephone, travel agent, library, post office, journal, soapbox, magazine stand, newspaper, convention, arcade?
Would you do that for me?
Would it be healthy?
Would you do that for me?
I think it'd be handy
Handy, and uh, maybe unhealthy
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IRL
02:48
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IRL,
I'm not doing too well
Neither are you
Nor the world I'm pretty sure
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I'm old enough for MySpace
I'm old enough for your space
Can I come over to your place? (um...)
...and get up in your thighspace? (hell no!)
I'm old enough for MySpace
I'm old enough for your space
I swear I'm not lying about my a/s/l
My intentions could pave the road to hell
I know that I hid my face
In the pictures that you saw
But give romance a chance
My uber-l33t personality
Might just make you fall
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Moved By Your Emoticon
02:07
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How can I not cry
When you change the entire meaning of your sentence
With a little animated smiley face bouncing around
And shooting hearts yeah,
Hopefully reducing the possibility of misinterpretation?
How can I?
How can I not cry?
No, seriously.
How can I not cry?
What the -- what the fuck?
I mean how can I not fucking cry?
Cry tears!
Tears of joy!
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People say that I look like a wuss
Some emo kid who likes to fuss
A shrimp who probably likes it in the butt
And needs a tough girl to show him what's what
That's not where I'm at
I want to lay down the law, in fact
I want to give you something to remember
And make you know who wears the pants
I just want to pwn you in bed, fuck romance
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Forensics Camp Was Fun
01:10
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I don't think it's morbid to know ballistics
I don't want to be a CPA
I just want to study corpses every day for pay
Just like everybody else my age
I was swabbing mouths for DNA, it was a blast
I want to be a crime scene investigator
This isn't just a phase that'll pass
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Some say that we furs are pervy
Call us furverts and claim that we're nerdy
But I'm not slut on the scene
Hanging on anyone whose costume is keen
I don't yiff every predator just 'cause I'm prey
Going straight, gay, bi and every which way
With the dragons and protoplasms every day
I'm looking for love and commitment
And when I saw you strolling into the convention lounge
With those exquisite markings of silvery black and caramel brown
My mind was made up right then and there
And when we slowdanced with glowsticks
There was magic in the air
No doubt in my mind, baby
I've got my five-thousand-year-old shapeshifting heart set on you
Squirrel you know it's true
I'm saving all my yiff for you
I want to know what yiff is and I want you to show me
I want to scritch all night long
Locate the synapses -- touch them repeatedly -- inducing pleasure
All night long, baby, all night long, 'til the rise of dawn
Baby, all night long, at the hotel room at the Anthrocon
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Stop Trolling My Life
02:09
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Started on the board
Then it was at my shows
Now you call me up in the middle of the night
Fuck off, please
Stop trolling my life
Please get your own
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Countdown to Uncoolness
03:31
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Who controls the internet? (I do! No, I do!)
Take me to the master of the internet! (No!)
The internet is no man's land
That's why it's so cool
Everyone's one flash cartoon away
From a million hits and expensive bandwidth
Let's count the days before the corporations
And the legislations do their best to ruin it
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