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e trust Of the human race After all…  We come from outer space (and we smell like shit!) No more shame; it’s time for fame Nothin’ to lose, everything to gain We’ve seen it, heard it, felt it, thought it, sought it Lived it all before We’ve read it, watched it, bought it, stole it, sold it Now we just want more Listen up! We won’t be let down anymore Now they’ve got a killer plan And it just might be crazy enough to work When it all began They were desperate, they were prideful They were reckless, pitiful scum (and never mindful) Never thought enough to realize that Everything is just a joke We’re at it again Just us and the friends We know what this is No need to lie We push that boulder up the hill...  We need a gimmick Squishy little gimmick The perfect way to win the heart  Of the human race After all…  They live in the comfort zone (and they’re a bunch of dicks!) Watch them watch themselves on hi-def plasma television screens We made a human costume for a goblin Best to hide the green Now they’ve got a killer plan And it just might be crazy enough to work When it all began They were desperate, they were prideful They were reckless, pitiful scum (and never mindful) Never thought enough to realize that Everything is just a joke But that was then... Now they’ve got a clever plan And it ain’t half-bad it’s got to work; it’s just what they need They are temperate, they are mindful They are zealous, wonderful chums (took off the blindfold) Never thought enough to realize that Everything is still a joke We’re at it again Just us and the friends We know what this is No need to lie We push that boulder up the hill...  ...but then it rolls back down again Over and over The coldest of shoulders  They're missing the point Misguided drones They keep checking their phones As if it really fuckin’ matters... We skinned a dog to make its hair We peeled a preschool and stole their skin Wow, ain’t he looking debonair Just smash the face, he’ll blend right in Ooh! now he’s getting on the ship We built a rocket, to send him to earth No need to freak, it’s just a trip I think it’s about time you got a grip We’re at it again Just us and the friends We know what this is No need to lie We push that boulder up the hill...  ...but then it rolls back down again Over and over The coldest of shoulders  They're missing the point Misguided drones They keep checking their phones As if it really fuckin’ matters... What do we got? What do we got? …a gimmick! CREDITS John Goblikon: David Rispoli Nekrogoblikon: Themselves Kayden Kross: Herself Featured Extras: Marjana Bouazza, Angie Roman, Mackenzie Lee, Riria Niimura, Kate Gorbacheva Pug: Boocifer Pig: Chip Directed by George Nienhuis (www.gnienhuis.com) Produced by Brandon Dermer (www.brandondermer.com) and Chris Pluchar Written by George Nienhuis, Brandon Dermer, Andy Riggin, and Nekrogoblikon Co-produced by John Thomas Schrad In Association With ReKon Productions Edited by Andrew Wilsak First AD: Jason Lombardo Second AD: Ian Van Der Werff PAs: Mike Loyd, Meghan Loyd, Mario Manjarrez Camera Operator: Wojciech Kielar First AC: Allyson Laquian Second AC: Breon Lewis Gaffer: Kyle Fallon Best Boy: Derek Wilds Production Designer: Justin McClain Art Director: Chris Barundia Set Decorator: Sadie Nash Leadman/Truck Driver: Rob Starns Set Dressers: Gabe Younes, Jake Solano Art Assistant: Alex Olivier Hair/Makeup Artist: Linda Marfisi Assistant Hair/Makeup: Holly Gibbs Goblin Makeup: Mark Villalobos Costume Designer: Kelsey Morgan Colorist: Ryan McNeal VFX: Brandon Sachs Illustrator: Alexis Bawlins Convertible: Majestics L.A. - "The Gang Bang" Pig Handler: Anthony Moreno