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Made in America - Black Friday (Lyric Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
StarKid Productions
StarKid Productions
Performer
Joey Richter
Joey Richter
Performer
The Black Friday Cast
The Black Friday Cast
Performer
Jeff Blim
Jeff Blim
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeff Blim
Jeff Blim
Songwriter

Lyrics

You thought that you could outsmart The very thing that runs the blood of your kind? You're sick with greed and a lust For that, you will give up your will and your pride You're hoping you will be saved No matter what you have raised Behold the depths of depravity and decay It's happened on your watch Your time is running out before worlds collide You went and opened the box And then it came in a slick little package That drove you insane 'Cause your thirst for stuff Is never slaked And now the end is nigh, the apocalypse here In a package that's not what it appears You may ask why the doll, well that's all it takes When you're made in America In a valley of silicon Welcome to Wiggly's shop Your America assembly line We've got toys and trucks and big fat butts That'll help you pass the time Hey kids, you know that you grow up With all the crap you want Just sprinkle it with dust And a gob of fuckin' lust And you wave your world goodbye Wiggly, wiggly Wiggle, wiggly Wiggly, wig- Wa-wiggle, wiggle Wiggly, wiggly (wiggle wiggle, wiggle wiggle, wiggle wiggle) Wiggle, wiggly (wiggle wiggle, wiggle wiggle, wiggle wiggle) Wiggly, wiggly, wig- Hello, Mr. Presy-wes Welcome to Drowsy-Town It's you! Don't be frightened You're my bestest buddy-wud No! I've come to tell you to leave us alone! Leave? Just before Christmas? It's going to be my birthday, you know? I wouldn't want to miss out on opening all my presents I think I'll start with you I'm going to cut open your belly-well and deck the halls with your gutsy-wutsies! Enough! John! You! Your minions may do me no harm Wiggly for I cut through them with a blade of truth Begone! I'm sorry, John, I fucked it up! Don't worry Mr. President we'll get you out of here It's too late, John! Wiggly's prophet has been chosen and as soon as she has a doll she will bring about his birth You opened the box A doll came out And he'll touch down soon To erase any doubt That is all you need To fill your heart Now the end is nigh the apocalypse here In a package that preys on the worst of your fears The gambit is done A work of art That was made in America In a valley of silicon We're all made in America In a valley of silicon
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