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((___)) ((___))
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[ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ]
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\ / presents... \ /
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(' ') (' ')
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(U) (U)
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The DEAD KENNEDY's "PLASTIC SURGERY DISASTERS" Lyrics
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by Necrovore
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>>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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This is a really good album and, well, I decided to type the lyrics up.
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Maybe you'll agree with me once you take a look. On a vastly different
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tangent, if you want the free poster that came with "Fresh Fruit For Rotting
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Vegetables" or the lyric sheets to the "Holiday in Cambodia", "Too Drunk To
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Fuck", or "Bleed For Me" singles, please write:
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Faulty Products 633 N. La Brea Suite A
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Hollywood, Ca. 90036
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Also if you wish a copy of the 28 page luxodemented libretto that came with
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this album send 75 cents to cover postage to the above address.
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--GOVERNMENT FLU
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We got a drug
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We're gonna try it out on you
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Won't make you die
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It'll getcha just a little bit sick
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(chorus)
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Got a head cold
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Got a chest cold
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And it's three days old
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(Goin' on forever)
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Make you hazy
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Make you lazy
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Drive you crazy
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For days and days and days and days
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And years
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Barely got the time now
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To stay on the job
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Double up the dosage in your water supply
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Make you even sicker 'til you're slippin' away
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Getting all depressed
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It's getting all your friends
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You can't get up
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For nothing that'll rock the boat
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The Government Flu
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The Government Flu
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The Government Flu
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Slip it abroad
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Keep a-slowin' down the USSR
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But meanwhile
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We'll keep an eye
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On what it's doin' to you
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(chorus)
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Got a head cold
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Got a chest cold
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And it's three days old
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(Goin' on forever)
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Make you hazy
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Make you lazy
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Drive you crazy
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For days and days and days and days and days
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And days and days and days and days and days
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And days and days and days and days and days
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and years
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The Government Flu
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The Government Flu
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The Government Flu
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Flew
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Through
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You
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--TERMINAL PREPPIE
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I go to college
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That makes me so cool
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I live in a dorm
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And show off by the pool
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I join the right clubs
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Just to make an impression
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I block out thinking
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It won't get me ahead
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My ambition in life
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Is to look good on paper
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All I want is a slot
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In some big corporation
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John Belushi's my hero
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I lampoon and ape him
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My news of the world
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Comes from Sports Illustrated
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I'm proud of my trophies
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Like my empty beer cans
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Stacked in rows up the wall
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To impress all my friends
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No, I'm not here to learn
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I just want to get drunk
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And major in business
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And be taught how to fuck
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Win! Win!
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I always play to win
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Wanna fit in like a cog
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In the faceless machine
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I'm a terminal terminal terminal preppie
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Terminal terminal terminal preppie
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Terminal terminal terminal terminal
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Terminal terminal terminal terminal
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I want a wife with tits
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Who just smiles all the time
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In my centerfold world
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Filled with Springsteen and wine
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Some day I'll have power
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Some day I'll have boats
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A tract in some suburb
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With Thanksgivings to host
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(chorus)
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I'm a terminal terminal terminal preppie
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Terminal terminal terminal preppie
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Terminal terminal terminal preppie
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--TRUST YOUR MECHANIC
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TV invents a disease
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You think you have
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So you buy our drugs
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And soon you depend on them
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Pain is in your mind
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Gotcha comin' back for more
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Again and again and again and again
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Gonna rip you off
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Rip you off
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Doctor says you need surgery now
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Feelin' good 'til the side effects
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Fuck up something else
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You're ensnared by the medicine man
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Paying up the ass
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Again and again
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Gonna rip you off
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Trust your mechanic to mend your car
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Bring it in to his garage
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He tightens and loosens a few spare parts
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One thing's fixed, another falls apart
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And the rich eat you
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A magazine says your face don't look quite right
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Unless you wear our brand new wonder cream tonight
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Never look right again
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Unless you grease your skin
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Again and again and again and again
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Gonna rip you off
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Told you're depressed
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So of course you see the psychiatrist
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Right when you reach your neuroses' roots
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He confuses you
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He fucks your head up worse
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Gotcha feelin' helpless
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You're comin' back for more
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Again and again
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Gonna rip you off
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Rip you off
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Trust your mechanic
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To make you well
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You're seeing an awful lot of him now
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The quicker he makes your life fall apart
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The more money you put in his pockets
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Trust your mechanic
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To plug your holes
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Trust him to make more
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Somewhere else
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Trust your mechanic
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He'll always come through
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And rip you off
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--WELL PAID SCIENTIST
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You're a well paid scientist
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You only talk in facts
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You know you're always right
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'Cause you know how to prove it
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Step by step
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A PhD to show you're smart
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With textbook formulas
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But you're used up
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Just like a factory hand
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(chorus)
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Something is wrong here
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You won't find it on a shelf
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You're well paid
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You're well trained
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You're tied to a rack
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Company cocktails - gotta go
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Say the right thing
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Don't fidget, jockey for position
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Be polite
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In the pyramid you hate
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Sip that scotch
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Get that raise
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This ain't no party at all
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(chorus)
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Cringe and tense up
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Grind your teeth
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And wipe your sweaty palms
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Close your windows driving past
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The low life company bar
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They're making fun of you
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Ahhh
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Even you
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You've gotta punch the clock
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Too scared to punch your boss
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When will you crack
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When will you crack
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When will you crack
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When will you open your eyes
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Pull up to your sterile home
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You're drained
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Bite the heads off of your kids
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Chew them well, they taste like you
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Just slam the door
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Assigned here cause your company owns the land
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All your colleagues live here too
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Private guards in golf carts
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Keep you safe at home?
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(chorus)
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When will you crack
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When will you crack
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When will you crack
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When will you crack
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The dark shattered underbelly
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Of the American dream
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Avoid it like the plague
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It stares you from the bathroom mirror
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Drown
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--BUZZBOMB
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Buzzbomb buzzbomb
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Macho-mobile
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The road's my slave
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That's how I feel
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I cruise alone
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I cruise real far
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I don't love you
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I love my car
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'Cross Nevada
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At 110
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Highway 50
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And there's nobody there
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Sign says, "Next sign 30 miles"
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I work all week, each penny saved
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Buys more escape from my home
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I'd rather cruise around all day
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Than save up for a move
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Plow through rest area san-o-lets
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Splat! goes the lonely salesman
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Wanking in the men's room
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Buzzbomb buzzbomb
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Tape up loud
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Blue piss clinging to my windshield
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Faster faster in my car
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Buzzbomb is my pride and joy
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King of the trailer court
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Waiting for the perfect chick
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Who'll love me for my car
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I tell her why I'm cool
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She coos back just what I like
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When I pretend she's near
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Zip through Ely
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Where Pat Nixon was born
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The cops 'round here sure looking bored
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Flashing sirens - State Patrol
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They're scratching up my gorgeous paint job
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Shooting at my tires
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Ain't no way to go to heaven
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Buzzbomb cornered at the 7-11
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--FOREST FIRE
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No junk food, just earthly goods
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I ate weird berries in the woods
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Now I'm seeing colors, I'm getting higher
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I think I'll start a forest fire
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There's a forest fire climbin' the hill
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Burnin' wealthy California homes
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Better run run run run run
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From the fire
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But some of us stay and watch
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And we think of your insurance cost
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And we laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh
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At your lives
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Windows covered with bars
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Security guards
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Is that a house or a fortress
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Against the world
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Windows covered with bars
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Security guards
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Is that a house or a prison
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How you gonna get out?
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Electric bull and your tennis courts
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Pink sports cars and your boat
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Getting fried fried fried fried fried fried
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By the fire
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Windows covered by bars
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Floodlights for the yard
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It's a pleasure to watch you
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Watch it all melt
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But hey!
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What about the cocaine
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Stockpiled in the basement
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Be a hero and save it
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You know you're gonna need it
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Where's your brand new pretty wife
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She might still be inside
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Either save her or your cocaine from the fire
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But the gates and doors are locked
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Cause the burglar alarms went off
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Ever wonder why we laugh laugh
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At your lives
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Windows covered with bars
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Fences spiked with barbed wire
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Never looked so helpless
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Engulfed in flames
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Cameras watchin' the walls
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Don't forget the dogs
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Now you're trapped in your prison
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How you gonna get out
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See the gerbil
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Run run run run run run run run
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Run run run run run run run run
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Run run run run run run run run
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From the fire
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--HALLOWEEN
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So it's Halloween
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And you feel like dancin'
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And you feel like shinin'
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And you feel like letting loose
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Whatcha gonna be?
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Babe, you better know
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And you better plan
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Better plan all day
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Better plan all week
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Better plan all month
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Better plan all year
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You're dressed up like a clown
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Putting on your act
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It's the only time all year
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You'll ever admit that
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I can see your eyes
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I can see your brain
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Baby nothing's changed
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You're still hiding in a mask
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You take your fun seriously
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No, don't blow this year's chance
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Tomorrow your mold goes back on
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After Halloween
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You go to work today
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You'll go to work tomorrow
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Shitfaced tonight
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You'll brag about it for months
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Remember what I did
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Remember what I was
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Back on Halloween
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But what's in between?
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Where are your ideas?
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You sit around and dream
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For next Halloween
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Why not everyday?
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Are you so afraid
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What will people say
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After Halloween
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Because your roll is planned for you
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There's nothing you can do
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But stop and think it through
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But what will your boss say to you
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And what will your girlfriend say to you
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And what will people out on the street they might glare at you
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And whadya know? You're pretty self-conscious too
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So you run back and stuff yourselves in rigid business costumes
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Only at night to score is your leather uniform exhumed
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Why don't you take your social regulations
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And shove 'em up your ass
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--WINNEBAGO WARRIOR
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Roughin' it in the great outdoors
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Guidebooks tell us where to go
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Winnebego Warrior
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Slow down traffic climbing hills
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30 gallons to the mile
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Honey, quick, the Polaroid
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Winnebago Warrior
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Brave as old John Wayne
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Winnebago Warrior
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A true yankee pioneer
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Stop at Stuckey's for a meal
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Blab all day on the CB
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Winnebago Warrior
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Littered campgrounds, folding chairs
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Feed Doritos to the bears
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Honey, quick, the Polaroid
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Kill some fish down by the creek
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Hang their picture by the sink
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Show your grandson who's the boss
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Tie your two tote-goats to the fronts
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U-haul trailer full of souvenirs
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That you buy along the way
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-- RIOT
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Rioting - the unbeatable high
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Adrenaline shoots your nerves to the sky
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Everyone knows this town is gonna blow
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And it's all gonna blow right now...
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Now you can smash all the windows that you want
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All you need are some friends and a rock
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Throwing a brick never felt so damn good
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Smash some more glass
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Scream with a laugh
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And wallow with the crowd
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Watch them kicking peoples' ass
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But you get to the place
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Where the real slavedrivers live
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It's walled off by the riot squad
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Aiming guns right at your head
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So you turn right around
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And play right into their hands
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And set your own neighborhood
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Burning to the ground instead
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Riot - the unbeatable high
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Riot - shoots your nerves to the sky
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Riot - playing into their hands
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Tomorrow you're homeless
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Tonight it's a blast
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Get your kicks in quick
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They're callin' the National Guard
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Now could be your only chance
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To torch a police car
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Climb the roof, kick the siren in
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And jump and yelp for joy
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Quickly - dive back in the crowd
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Slip away, now don't get caught
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Let's loot the spiffy Hi-Fi Store
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Grab as much as you can hold
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Pray your arms won't fall off
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Here comes the owner with a gun
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(chorus)
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The barricades spring up from nowhere
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Cops in helmets line the lines
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Shotguns prod into your bellies
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The trigger fingers want an excuse
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Now
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The raging mob has lost its nerve
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There's more of us but who goes first
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No one dares to cross the line
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The cops know that they've won
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It's all over but not quite
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The pigs have just begun to fight
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They club your heads, kick your teeth
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Police can riot all they please
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(chorus)
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Tomorrow you're homeless
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Tonight it's a blast
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--BLEED FOR ME
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You've been hanging 'round
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With an enemy of the state
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Come with me to the building
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That no one stops to watch
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(chorus)
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C'mon bleed
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C'mon bleed
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C'mon bleed
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Bleed for me
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We'll strap you to a pipe
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Electrodes on your balls
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C'mon scream
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C'mon writhe
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Face down in a pool of piss
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In the name of world peace
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In the name of world profits
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America pumps up our secret police
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America wants fuel
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To get it, it needs puppets
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So what's ten million dead?
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If it's keeping out the russians
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We're well trained by the CIA
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With Yankee tax money in Ft. Bragg
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The Peace Corps builds us labor camps
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When they think they're building schools
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Hah
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When cowboy Ronnie comes to town
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Forks out his tongue at Human rights
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Sit down enjoy our ethnic meal
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Dine on some charbroiled nuns
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Try a medal on...
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Smile at the mirror as the cameras click
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And make big business happy
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Anytime
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Anywhere
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Maybe you'll just disappear
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(chorus)
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--I AM THE OWL
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I am your plumber
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No I never went away
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I still bug your bedrooms
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And pick up everything you say
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It can be a boring job
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To monitor all day your excess talk
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I hear when you're drinking
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And cheating on your lonely wife
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I play tape recordings
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Of you to my friends at night
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We've got our girl in bed with you
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You're on candid camera
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We just un-elected you
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I am the owl
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I seek out the fowl
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Wipe 'em away
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Keep America free
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For clean livin' folks like me
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If you demonstrate
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Against somebody we like
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I'll slip on a wig
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And see if I can start a riot
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Transform you to an angry mob
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All your leaders go to jail for my job
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But we aren't the Russians
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Political trials are taboo
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We've got our secret
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Ways of getting rid of you
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Fill you full of LSD
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Turn you loose on a freeway
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(chorus)
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Send you spinning
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Send you spinning
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Send you spinning all over the freeway
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Spinning on the crowded freeway
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Spinning on the freeway
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Spinning on the freeway
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Spin...
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Spin...
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Spin - Lookout
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The Press, they never even cared
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Why a youth leader walked into a speeding car
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In ten years we'll leek the truth
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By then it's only so much paper
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Watergate hurt
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But nothing really ever changed
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A teeny bit quieter
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But we still play our little games
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We still play our little games
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We still play our little games
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We still play our little games
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We still play a lot of games
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I am the owl
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(chorus)
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--DEAD END
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Once I had a close friend
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I knew him for quite a while
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He seemed all right to me
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We had this deal together
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Tied up my money and time
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And then he went away
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Taking all that was mine
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(chorus)
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Oh, well, things crumble to an end
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Hell, we all die in the end
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Die in the end
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Once it was fun to worry
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About who was in control
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Could look into the future
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But now it don't seem right
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Passion is filling the air
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Profits and better than life
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And things are harder to beat
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(chorus)
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It's a dead end
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Dead end
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Dead end
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Once I had a lover
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I knew her for quite a while
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She seemed all right to me
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But then she was gone
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She took my lovin' and my time
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Taking all that was mine
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And leaving me far behind
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(chorus)
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It's a dead end
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Dead end
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Dead end
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--MOON OVER MARIN
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The crowded future stings my eyes
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I still find time to exercise
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In uniform with two white stripes
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Unlock my section of the sand
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It's fenced off to the waters edge
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I clamp a gas mask on my head
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(chorus)
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On my beach at night
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Bathe in my moonlight
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Another tanker's hit the rocks
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Abandoned to spill out its guts
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The sand is laced with sticky glops
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O'Shimmering moonlight sheen upon
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The waves and water clogged with oil
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White gassed steam up from the soil
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(chorus)
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I squash dead fish between my toes
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Try not to step on any bones
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I turn around and I go home
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I slip back through my basement door
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Switch off all that I own below
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Dive in my scalding wooden tub
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My own beach at night
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Electric moonlight
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There will always be a moon
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Over Marin
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Well that's all the tunes. What now? I think I'm gonna write some moo files.
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_______________________________________________________________________________
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Behavior Modification.....806/793-9462 The Dead Zone.............214/522-5321
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Demon Roach Underground...806/794-4362 Dragonfire Private........609/424-2606
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Question Authority........715/341-6516 Pure Nihilism.............517/337-7319
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Tequila Willy's...........209/526-3194 The Metal AE..............201/879-6668
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(c)1988 cDc communications by Necrovore 12/31/88-96
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