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He's a broken promise
He's an outright lie
He's collecting needles
And sticking them in his eye
He's a broken record
He's a phony line
He's a bit like everyone
He's searching for a sign

We've got him in our sights
He'll never get away

He does not belong here
He was molded from the clay
Interordinary Time Patrol
Is on its way

He's a fallen angel
He's an open sore
He can run away from it
But he'll be back for more
He's an undead fetus
He's a nightmare child
One day he may have to face
The world that he's defiled

He does not belong here
He was taken from his day
Interordinary Time Patrol
is on its way
No one's ever seen them
But we know what they're about
Quickly and efficiently
They take offenders out