Letra de Chariots Of The Gods - Duck Sauce
Letra de canci�n de Chariots Of The Gods de Duck Sauce lyrics
It's time
What is that?
Those floating machines
Are becoming so perfected
I can see now how the prophecy
Has been fulfilled
We come to your planet
As emissaries of universal intelligence
I'm convinced that the earth
Is being visited
By intelligent controlled extraterrestrial vehicles (That's impossible!)
What is it?
...Behavior of UFOs in the sky...
...So called flying sauces in other words are real...
Chariots of the gods
Uh-oh!
They're attacking us!
Chariots of the gods
Gods
Gods
Gods
Gods
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In the beginning
Was the world
And the world
Was duck
And love the world of duck
Was quack
A sound that replicates
The sound of the grand opening crack
Of the primordial egg
In that X-Over Omnia epigenetic moment in the govt. of Emend
A quack sound
That is echoless to the ears of duckless misogynists
On a tunnel to the succular custardes of duck sauce
Those ignorants whose minds
Have not been En-duck-ated in Duckology 101
And who are bast not acquainted of the teachings of duck
And more over hypocriteness to the duck
Here's through the eva
The bial unique beats of
Electro-chemical fusion of
Techno-funk final scratching
That makes our tail feathers
Shake
What is that?
Those floating machines
Are becoming so perfected
I can see now how the prophecy
Has been fulfilled
We come to your planet
As emissaries of universal intelligence
I'm convinced that the earth
Is being visited
By intelligent controlled extraterrestrial vehicles (That's impossible!)
What is it?
...Behavior of UFOs in the sky...
...So called flying sauces in other words are real...
Chariots of the gods
Uh-oh!
They're attacking us!
Chariots of the gods
Gods
Gods
Gods
Gods
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/chariots-of-the-gods-duck-sauce.php
In the beginning
Was the world
And the world
Was duck
And love the world of duck
Was quack
A sound that replicates
The sound of the grand opening crack
Of the primordial egg
In that X-Over Omnia epigenetic moment in the govt. of Emend
A quack sound
That is echoless to the ears of duckless misogynists
On a tunnel to the succular custardes of duck sauce
Those ignorants whose minds
Have not been En-duck-ated in Duckology 101
And who are bast not acquainted of the teachings of duck
And more over hypocriteness to the duck
Here's through the eva
The bial unique beats of
Electro-chemical fusion of
Techno-funk final scratching
That makes our tail feathers
Shake
