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Please clean your plate dear, 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 poisons and needles |
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Kindergarten people, they used 'em they need 'em |
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The over indulgent machines were their children |
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And there wasn't a way down on earth here to cool 'em |
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Cos they look just like a human at Kresge's and Woolworths |
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But decadent brains were at work to destroy |
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Brats in batallions were ruling the streets scene and |
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Generation landslide, close 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 those billion dollar babies |
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La la da da daa |
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Militant mothers hiding in the basement |
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Using pots and pans as their shields and their helmets |
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Molotov milk bottles heaved from pink high chairs |
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While mothers' lib burned birth certificate papers |
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And 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 5, doing banker son's hours |
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But she owns a Maseratti that's a gift from his father |
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Stop at full speed, at 100 miles per hour |
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The Colgate invisible shield finally got 'em |
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And I laughed to myself at the men and the ladies |
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Who never conceived those billion dollar babies |
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La la da da daa |
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No one gives an oink about prom night or football |
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Cos just getting at home from school safe is a gamble and a blessing |
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Girlsies play with girlsies and boysies with boysies |
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Bored with one another, like old broken Christmas toysies |
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Kids are all hot and their parents so annoisy |
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And I laughed to myself at the men and the ladies |
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Who never conceived those billion dollar babies |
