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Hey Hey |
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Big business rakes in the dollars |
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Giving disco boys a pair of fake collars |
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Even though you need an image to follow |
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Then make money from the garbage he swallows |
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Trapped in a web that you don't understand |
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Forced out in the cold by the family plan |
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With your tongue hanging out dick in your hand |
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Talking bout the Ideal Man |
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So when they get you at the end of the day |
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Holding out your hand for a penance in pay |
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With your tongue hanging out and a hole in your brain |
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Don't you think that your going insane |
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Finally discover that you haven't got it made |
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Don't know what to do when you make it to the end of the day |
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So let's examine the ideal guy |
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With his toothpaste smile |
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And his Jiorucci tie |
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All that money |
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Lessons to learn |
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All those brain cells get too burned |
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Cause he's trapped in a web |
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Forced out in the cold |
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With his tongue hanging out |
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Just waiting to get old |
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Yo, Where'd I put that guitar? |
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So here we are at the end of the day |
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Holding out our hand for a penance in pay |
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Hole in your pocket, hole in your brain |
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Don't you think that you're going insane? |
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Finally discover that you haven't got it made |
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Don't know if you make it if you make it to the end of the day |
