| Flew in from Miami-Grg, Larz, Kliff, and me
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| Whipping dance of dead last nite
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| On the way the paper bag wuz on my knee
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| Couldn’t even hit the lightz
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| We’re blackened the U.S.S.R.
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| Grg, Kliff, me, and Larz-ohhh!
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| Blackened the U.S.S.R.
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| Been away too long so we trashed the place
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| It’z good to be back home!
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| Death to Mother Earth and the human race
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| Just as long the beer’z got foam
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| We’re blackened the U.S.S.R.
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| Grg, Kliff, me, and Larz-woah-ohhh!
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| Blackened the U.S.-
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| Blackened the U.S.-
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| Blackened the U.S.S.R.
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| Well, the Ukraine booze really knockz me out
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| All you see iz in obscurity
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| And Moscow vodka makes me scream and shout
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| And Georgia’z got the d-d-darkest p-p-p-p-potency!
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| Decadence remainz and there is no doubt
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| That we’ll cauze your hearing harm
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| Let me hear the flying-Vz a-ringing out
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| Oh, my beer is warm! |