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letra de mynocks - the modal nodes

in dark, dank habitats
like interstellar bats
the mynocks fly in search
for ships on which to perch
they speak through piercing squeals
they make starships their meals
they cripple hyperdrives
on power they survive
starship captains
they despise them
for they could cause their hull to breach
and other creatures
demonize them
because no one likes a leach
they lock lips with your ship
they’ve got a tight grip
they smell like armpit
they’re covered in muck
they get by on luck
’cause they love to suck
on ships where they’re stuck

with their leathery wings
they feast on power like kings
well, stick on and bite
sp-ce parasite
they don’t much care
about your problems
they just want to score some juice
no matter where, no matter from whom
they’d steal the lightning out from zeus
they lock lips with your ship
they’ve got a tight grip
they smell like armpit
they’re covered in muck
they get by on luck
’cause they love to suck
on ships where they’re stuck

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