| I’ve been drinking strychnine and I’ve dined on plastic combs
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| Celebrities removed my teeth and made me clean their homes
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| I’ve seen operations that would chill you to the bones
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| I’ve been charged with homicide for killing garden gnomes
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| Lethal spirochaetes of poison rifle through my blood
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| Little bombs of toxin are exploding in my gut
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| A girl without an umbrella relaxes in the rain
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| She smiled and then she broke my legs I’ll never walk again
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| I gotta get over it and move on Get over it and move on
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| I gotta get over it and move on Get over it and move on
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| Move on move on
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| The police hauled me downtown the barber shaved me bald
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| I woke up in a cardboard box wet and freezing cold
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| The hound dogs ate my leftovers and my penicillin mould
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| Now I keep my mouth shut and do just what I’m told
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| Authorities removed my carpets and repossessed my bed
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| Then the milkman stripped my roof of every ounce of lead
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| The pop machine has new agendas now Gangsta’s girls and jerks
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| They call it entertainment. |
| That’s the way it works |