It went like this
Sleeping late morning
Dreamt of a fight
Dreamt of Rick
The fight was lost
Rick was drunk and laughing
I wasn't well
but I didn't know how sick
So I made a choice
to Thank you
for all my lucky stars
And it flowed over me
Water on Mars
Expansion's not
next century's kick
The colonial urge
it's every dirty trick
We've got to be
about reclamation
and packing
Oh how I'll give thanks
when I feel my million
Stacking
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