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And note of your own choice, boys and girls |
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Inadequate planters, methadone stubbies |
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You got energy vampires |
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More hands on the tranquillisers |
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An unholy alliance |
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And jokes about faith |
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Give me another drink |
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You're as strong as your weakest link |
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A mess of My age |
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A mess of my race |
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A mess of our radio |
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I remember the times |
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This was a beginning |
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Of a permissive new age |
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But it's the same old cabbage |
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A mess of my age |
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A mess of our race |
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A mess of our our our our |
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(megaphone bit) |
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I don't look at myself |
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I have no health |
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Take no notice of me |
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I probably work for a record company |
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A mess of our age |
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A mess of my taste |
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A mess of our nervous systems |
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Cowering mockers |
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The company money's ran out |
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To longer hot properties |
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Get back in their closets |
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A mess of my age |
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A mess of my race |
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Fill the rest in yourself |