| TV news is no news
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| I lay down, looking up
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| A scarab crawling on my roof
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| She said to me
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| «Take out the garbage, dear»
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| I looked at her, she’s a mess
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| I screamed, «take in my drugs»
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| She smiled and said
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| «Your mother, dear, is burning
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| So, put out the fire, now
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| Put out the fire»
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| And my father stood behind the door
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| Looking like a spider in his net
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| The TV news whispering «Your mother, dear, is burning now
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| So put out the fire, put out the fire»
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| I must close my eyes and smell the garbage
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| Still wondering where my scarab is
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| It’s probably in the fire, yeah
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| It’s probably in the fire, now
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| So, put out the fire, now
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| Put out the fire
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| The TV news is no news
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| I’m laying down, looking up
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| A scarab crawling on my roof
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| So put out the fire now, put out the fire
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| And my father stood behind the door
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| Looking like a spider whispering
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| «Your mother, dear, is burning now
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| So put out the fire, now
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| Put out the fire» |