Letras:Undergod. Shake Your Hips Like Elvis Presley Would.

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a?˜Shake Your Hips like Elvis Presley Would'

Two giants in high up in the sky
How about we bring those down
One big shape
Lots of importance
Let's take that sucker aswell
a?˜And you number three'
Go and take something nice and white

(Two thousand eight hundred and one)
(Whoa, Whoa, Whoa)

Here come the giants on the horizon
And there goes phone calls to loved ones
Now we're easing it in to our destination
And here comes a ticket to heaven

(Two thousand eight hundred and one)
(Whoa, Whoa, Whoa)

Now number two has achieved victory
No sign of number three
What is that coming from that field?
The plane had revolutionists
And now it has fallen short of the target

(Two thousand eight hundred and one)
(Whoa, Whoa, Whoa)

a?˜Sir the giants have just collapsed
The shape is now reduced to four sides
And number three is a burning field'

a?˜But I want to now what happens to the duck'