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Strange raves on a |
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Detroit bridge |
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I was reaching for the rhythm but it's out of reach |
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She was talking to the |
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BuickShe was cutting the tequila with bleach |
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And she said to me |
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There's no such thing as an |
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Egyptian cowboy |
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Your pretty haircut can't help you now, boy |
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There's nothing we can do for you unless you're willing to kill |
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Hey, come on and kill. |
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I think this city could have used a woman's touch |
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As I'm wading through the toxic waste and such |
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Cuz everybody here said |
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I won't amount to much |
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Everybody here said |
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I won't amount to much |
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When I go from point |
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A to point |
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B I want thrills and |
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Chills and blood to spill |
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But there's never any people on the people mover - |
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Public transit equivalent of |
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Herbert Hoover |
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You're never gonna get anywhere because you're standing still |
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Standing still! |
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These songs don't write themselves |
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I've got a music workshop run by elves |
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Making dozens of records by the twelves |
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Stocking our product on |
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Ikea shelves |
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Let me state |
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My state of mind, mind, mind |
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Is just fine. |
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Baby, that's the sound of the years going by |
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You can find me on the same bar stool just waiting to die. |
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Three cheers to me, here's mud in your eye. |
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I said, "Cheers to me, here's mud in your eye" |
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She came to close out my tab, so |
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I was troubled and she took a stab |
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And she said to me |
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There's no such thing as an electric tuba |
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The Detroit |
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River's not a good place to scuba |
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The only reason you're here today is cuz we need you to kill |
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Yeah, kill! |
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My songs are tasty pies, |
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Fresh oven-baked and filled with lies |
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Gobbled up by the dozen by |
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Neanderthal guys |
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Inhaling the aroma of |
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Canadian lies |
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Oh my, why you got quite a lot of problems, don't you? |
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Shake that tambourine! |
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Shake that shaker machine! |
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Shake it, low. |
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Shake it, high. |
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Shake it.Shake it. |