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Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) |
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Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) |
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Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals) |
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Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet) |
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Steve vai (guitar) |
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Tommy mars (keyboards) |
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Arthur barrow (bass) |
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Ed mann (percussion) |
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David ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet) |
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Motorhead sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals) |
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Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals) |
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David logeman (drums) |
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Craig steward (harmonica) |
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Jimmy carl black (vocals) |
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Ahmet zappa (vocals) |
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Moon zappa (vocals) |
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Whoever we are |
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Wherever we're from |
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We shoulda noticed by now |
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Our behavior is dumb |
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And if our chances |
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Expect to improve |
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It's gonna take a lot more |
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Than tryin' to remove |
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The other race |
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Or the other whatever |
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From the face |
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Of the planet altogether |
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They call it the earth |
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Which is a dumb kinda name |
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But they named it right'cause we behave the same... |
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We are dumb all over |
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Dumb all over, |
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Yes we are |
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Dumb all over, |
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Near 'n far |
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Dumb all over, |
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Black 'n white |
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People, we is not wrapped tight |
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Nurds on the left |
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Nurds on the right |
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Religous fanatics |
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On the air every night |
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Sayin' the bible |
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Tells the story |
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Makes the details |
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Sound real gory'bout what to do |
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If the geeks over there |
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Don't believe in the book |
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We got over here |
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You can't run a race |
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Without no feet'n pretty soon |
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There won't be no street |
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For dummies to jog on |
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Or doggies to dog on |
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Religous fanatics |
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Can make it be all gone(I mean it won't blow up'n disappearIt'll just look uglyFor a thousand years...) |
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You can't run a country |
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By a book of religion |
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Not by a heap |
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Or a lump or a smidgeon |
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Of foolish rules |
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Of ancient date |
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Designed to make |
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You all feel great |
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While you fold, spindle |
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And mutilate |
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Those unbelievers |
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From a neighboring state |
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To arms! to arms! |
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Hooray! that's great |
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Two legs ain't bad |
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Unless there's a crate |
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They ship the parts |
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To mama in |
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For souvenirs: two ears (get down!) |
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Not his, not hers, (but what the hey? ) |
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The good book says:("it gotta be that way!") |
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But their book says:"revenge the crusades... |
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With whips 'n chains'n hand grenades..." |
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Two arms? two arms? |
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Have another and another |
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Our God says:"there ain't no other!" |
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Our God says"it's all okay!" |
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Our God says"this is the way!" |
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It says in the book:"burn 'n destroy...'n repent, 'n redeem'n revenge, 'n deploy'n rumble thee forth |
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To the land of the unbelieving scum on the other side'cause they don't go for what's in the book'n that makes 'em bad |
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So verily we must choppeth them up |
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And stompeth them down |
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Or rent a nice french bomb |
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To poof them out of existance |
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While leaving their real estate just where we need it |
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To use again |
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For temples in which to praise our god("cause he can really take care of business!") |
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And when his humble tv servant |
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With humble white hair |
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And humble glasses |
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And a nice brown suit |
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And maybe a blond wife who takes phone calls |
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Tells us our |
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God saysIt's okay to do this stuff |
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Then we gotta do it,'cause if we don't do it, |
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We ain't gwine up to hebbin!(depending on which book you're using at theTime...can't use theirs... it don't work...it's all lies...gotta use mine...) |
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Ain't that right? |
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That's what they say |
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Every night... |
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Every day... |
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Hey, we can't really be dumb |
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If we're just following god's orders |
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Hey, let's get serious... |
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God knows what he's doin' |
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He wrote this book here |
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An' the book says: |
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He made us all to be just like him," |
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So...If we're dumb... |
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Then God is dumb...(an' maybe even a little ugly on the side) |
