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See when you have the face of a man |
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Spread thin over 3 half finished records |
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It's likely the hand doctors will knock and or ring |
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With a child's map of your muscle and mountain top voice |
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To agree you need help to the tune of twice |
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As much popular music |
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The daughters of if, but are desperate |
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Drug strung rock czars can be a sloppy candy |
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For the emotional want some of many many land U.S.A. |
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Another big easy for its dynamite audience |
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All half deciding who is more popular |
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The good great grandchild of Napoleon |
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Or Carol Burnett's spotlight mop up man |
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They vote by pushing colored |
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Pins into empty check box marked |
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Flaps of flesh located on the backs |
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Of their miniature dogs necks |
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Upon doing so while outside |
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The pin poked pet neck votes are then tallied |
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Beneath the breathy crackle |
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Of a freshly turned off cop car |
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By alert middle class worms hid in the heads |
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Of Ford model mailmen |
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Who say |
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(Psst, psst) |
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They say the sun is flipped |
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By hat-tipped private dicks |
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Who lean like |
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(Psst, psst) |
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Prey eyed eagles up-on classic looking lampposts |
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Lined with the many levers that start and stop |
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All of the stars the rich folks want |
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Fuck Kelly Osbourne, yeah |
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And they in turn |
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(Spit, pit, pit, pit) |
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Pay the gumshoe's mattress well to sing |
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"The U.S. sparkles like George Washington at 21" |
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Sucking the solid gold from solid ground |
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Using his hallowed topless chopped cherry tree straw |
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And the wealthy west can not be asked |
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Who decides when they shoot a spectacular |
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Until the cameraman's eyesight |
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Starts hurting of coarse |
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And if they say so |
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This songs isn't happening |
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And they will have |
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Their poems sung to them |
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Or they will have nothing at all |