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he can't take the street no more |
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Street too full full of junk |
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Thinks he'll hide in his room |
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Room too full full of junk |
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He turns to his t.v. t.v. full full of junk |
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Processed zombies pushing junk |
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Junk food junk clothes |
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Dressed in junk from head to toe |
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Eat what you're given |
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Eat what you get |
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Eat what you're given |
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Eat what you get |
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Eat what you're given |
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Eat what you get |
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Eat what you're given |
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And be thankful what you get |
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He screams for more |
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Hits the night life once again |
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Night life full full of junk |
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Junk is all he'll ever know |
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Junk music junk dance |
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Too many junkheads on the floor |
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(repeat chorus to end) |