| 1, 2, you know what to do Alright
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| I’m uptight super
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| Gathered out of the frame
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| I shake a leg on the ground
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| Like an epileptic battery man
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| I’m making my move
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| Lettin' loose like a belt
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| Little worse for wear
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| But I’m wearing it well
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| Tell me what’s wrong
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| With a little grind n' bump?
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| When the stereos erupt
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| With a kick drum punch?
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| Let’s do it once
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| Probably do it again and again
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| Like you did it before
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| But you’re more erratic than then
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| And you had a rough night
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| And the night’s just begun
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| Let a little bit of this
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| Pass with this gun
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| Don’t let it hold you back
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| But you’re already set
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| No dead flowers gonna grow
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| 'Til the dirt gets wet
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| Put the elevator music on Pull me back where I belong
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| The ambulance sings along
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| The fly on the wall
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| Doesn’t know what’s wrong
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| If I could forget myself
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| Find another lie to tell
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| If I had a soul to sell
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| I’d buy some time
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| To talk to my brain cell
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| Gutbucket and a bottle of paint
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| It’s like the schoolhouse lights
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| Will never turn on again
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| Til the bottom wears off
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| Of these high-heeled boots
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| The bodies all move
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| Some backbone roots
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| Everybody workin' hard
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| 'Til the yard is all clean
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| The dishes wash good
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| In the washin' machine
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| Now you brush your teeth
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| And you comb back your hair
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| You drive your vehicle
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| Like you just didn’t care
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| You’re walkin' to work
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| With the boys and the girls
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| And you’re doin' it there
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| It’s the end of the world
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| Now everybody’s sweatin'
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| Forgettin' what’s on their mind
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| With your hand like a mirror
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| You can see what’s inside
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| When you’re down and out
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| Conquer it, there’s nothing that’s real
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| It’s like a platinum card
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| Too amputated to feel
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| I got a silicon bible song
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| Paranoid Jumbotron
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| ?? |
| with the weekend off
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| The fly on the wall
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| Doesn’t know what’s wrong
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| If I could forget myself
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| I’d find another lie to tell
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| The bottom of an oil well
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| Cell phone’s ringing
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| I could talk to my brain cell
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| All the dudes with banjos
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| Chicks with wicks
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| Animals with bananas
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| Got my hand like a mirror
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| You can see what’s inside |