| When I go to the show
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| All I see on the screen
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| Is a stream of pure vulgarity
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| I wrote down a note
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| Complained for a day
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| To the House of Representatives
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| They laughed
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| In my face
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| They said Son,
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| You’re a one-in-a-million minority
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| The name of the game
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| Is to titillate the brain
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| Stimulate the immorality
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| I was so offended
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| As I sat for three hours
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| It was mental cruelty
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| I was so shocked
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| Just a little more flesh
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| Just a little more blood
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| Little closer to the edge
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| A little deeper in the mud
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| I’ll never be the same
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| Sex, death and money, sonny
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| Makes this wicked world go round
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| Sex, death and money
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| It’s the Gospel here in Dragontown
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| Sex, death and money, honey
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| Grease the wheels and make them fly
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| Sex, death and money, sonny
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| That is why we all are gonna fry
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| Stuck my nose in the door
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| Ended up on the floor
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| In the middle of an undie show
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| She danced on my lap
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| A coupla hundred dollars later
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| I was up on a morals rap
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| I was so offended
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| As I sat for three hours
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| It was mental cruelty
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| I was so shocked
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| Just a little more flesh
|
| Just a little more blood
|
| Little closer to the edge
|
| A little deeper in the mud
|
| I’ll never be the same
|
| Sex, death and money, sonny
|
| Makes this wicked world go round
|
| Sex, death and money
|
| It’s the Gospel here in Dragontown
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| Sex, death and money, honey
|
| Grease the wheels and make them fly
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| Sex, death and money, sonny
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| That is why we all are gonna fry |