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And so, from the ashes of this golden age of confusion

The denim recruits came to be known as the Apocalypse dudes

So you think you had an Opera?

Well not like this

So you think you had a Napoli?

Well not like this

So you think you had a decent pizza?

Well not like this

So you think you had a real good pizza?

Well not like this

You got nothing to lose, Pamparius

Gonna wear them happy jeans tonight

You got nothing to lose, Pamparius

Gonna bake a motherfucking pizza tonight

Alright!

(Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o)

(Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o)

So you think you had a pepperoni?

Well not like this

So you think you had a calzone?

Well not like this

So you thought you could make your own?

Well not like this

So you thought you could take it home?

Well not like this

You got nothing to lose, Pamparius

Gonna wear them happy shoes tonight

You got nothing to lose, Pamparius

Gonna bake your motherfucking pizza tonight

Motherfucking pizza tonight

Claps like twelve!

Apocalypse dudes got nothing to lose

Gonna stomp some teenage ass tonight

Apocalypse dudes got nothing to lose

Gonna bake some motherfucking magic tonight

Tonight

Tonight!

Well alright

(Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o)

(Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o)

(Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o)

(Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o)

Well alright

Tonight!

A motherfucking pizza, yeah!