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We drive all night through rain, |
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We drive a van that's plain, |
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You'll never believe who's in it. |
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We come from miles afar, |
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We hang in smokey bars, |
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17th smoke is in it. |
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Big boobs and balls-out crowds, |
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Your sister's screaming loud, |
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Movin' her pelvis to it. |
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We're shouting on the stage, |
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Expelling senseless rage, |
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The taxi'll take you to it. |
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My hands are feeling skinned, |
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I want to be let in, |
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Heard some good things about it. |
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Our buzz won't let us be, |
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We've got to be set free, |
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Kickin the bass'll do it. |
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A beer bong set you straight, |
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My stomach's so irate, |
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B-linen for the toilet. |
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Come back a brand new soul, |
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Stuffin' a different hole, |
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Partyin' peeps'll do it. |
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The beat is kickin in, |
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We've got a second wind, |
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Stuffin z-nose with bullet. |
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Although it's getting late, |
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There's something on your plate, |
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The waitress'll bring you to it. |
