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Must be a factory somewhere |
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Keeps on cranking them out |
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Seems like they travel in pairs |
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Not worth the trouble but too full of clout |
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Somebody must play his game |
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They get stuck in the here and now |
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Lending and borrowing pain |
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His fist, your face, you kiss the ground |
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But he don't do nothing half way |
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Complete this equation |
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He needs justification |
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Distaff affirmation |
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To keep on crankin' it out |
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We could build cell on cell |
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Mainline him straight to hell |
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But that would not dispel |
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Violent men, hard-headed women, unloved children |
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Must be a garden somewhere |
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Keeps on sending them down |
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Big eyes, big teeth, big hair |
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Ready to breed with the nearest clown |
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She has the will to complain |
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But something won't let her |
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Break free of the tether |
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Even though she knows better |
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She just can't figure it out |
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We can prescribe for pain |
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Have her declared insane |
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Even all this won't change |
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Violent men, hard-headed women, unloved children |
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We let them find their own way |
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While everyone chooses |
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To ignore the abuses |
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We've all got excuses |
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We keep on, keep on cranking them out |
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And nobody has the time |
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To look at the great design |
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But they're all from the same bloodline |
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Violent men, hard-headed women, unloved children |
