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GHOST HACKERS IN THE SKY There was a band of hacker boys, far too close to L.A. Thought they'd become astronauts by Jimmy Jones' way. Their faces draped in purple and their hearts were mighty pure, Assumed they'd ride a comet, now they're all room temperature. Yippie-Aye-Yeaaaa. Yippie-Aye-Oooooo. Ghoooosssst Hackers iiiiinnnn the skyyyyyy. They all wore new black Nikes with their glasses by their heads, "The aliens are comin'" were the last words that they said. They thought alien paradise was their eternal lot, But the National Enquirer was as far out as they got. Yippie-Aye-Yeaaaa. Yippie-Aye-Oooooo. Ghoooosssst Hackers iiiiinnnn the skyyyyyy. So if you're surfin' pilgim, our electronic frontier, Take off your hat and raise your mouse and shed a silent tear. For 39 poor suckers who for Hale-Bopp gave their all, By mainlining the Internet, and Phenobarbytol. Yippie-Aye-Yeaaaa. Yippie-Aye-Oooooo. Ghoooosssst Hackers iiiiinnnn the skyyyyyy. @parody @suicide filename[ GHSTHACK TUNE FILE: GHSTRIDR CLICK TO PLAY SN oct97 |
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