Waking up under the sun,
six feet on the floor.
Aiming straight for the door.
Ain't trying to hurt no one,
just trying to have my fun.
Then you say you wanna do a little more.
Well, I know just what these feet are for.
Turned around on my heels and spun.

Spun around, floating in the skies.
Looking sharp, looking so surprised.
Feeling good, feeling paralyzed.
And you know, that's not what I came here for.
Oh, no, no, no.
That's not what I came here for.

Just another tardigrade
Just another tardigrade making the grade.
Just another tardigrade
Just another tardigrade making the grade.

Fall asleep under the dirt,
six feet under ground,
looking for the change I found,
dirtyin' up my fifty dollar shirt.
Did you know, I don't know if it hurt,
when I saw without a sound,
as the earth and worms began to surround,
another crisis I would soon avert.

Spun around, swimming in the land.
Looking sharp, looking grim and grand.
Feeling good, feeling I can't stand.
And you know, that's not what I came here for.
Oh, no, no, no.
That's not what I came here for.

Just another tardigrade
Just another tardigrade making the grade.
Just another tardigrade
Just another tardigrade making the grade.

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