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Please clean your plate dear |
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The Lord above can see you |
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Don't you know people are starving in Korea |
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Alcohol and razor blades and poison and needles |
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Kindergarten people, they use them, they need them |
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The over-indulgent machines were their children |
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There wasn't a way down on Earth here to cool them |
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'Cause they looked just like humans |
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At Kresge's and Woolworth's |
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But decadent brains were at work to destroy |
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Brats in batallions were ruling the streets |
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Saying generation landslide |
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Closed the gap between them |
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And I laughed to myself at the men and the ladies |
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Who never conceived of us billion dollar babies |
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Militant mothers hiding in their basements |
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Using pots and pans as thier shields and their helmets |
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Molotov milk bottles heaved from pink high chairs |
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While Mother's Lib burned birth certificate papers |
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Dad gets his allowance from his sonny the dealer |
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Who's pubic to the world but involved in high finance |
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Sister's out till five doing banker's son's hours |
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But she owns a Maserati that's a gift from his father |
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Stopped at full speed at one hundred miles per hour |
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The Colgate invisible shield finally got 'em |
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But I laughed to myself at the men and the ladies |
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Who never conceived of us billion dollar babies |
