| Atom-smashers in the cocktail lounge tonight
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| Opera singers in the graveyard keeping time
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| And the DJ mixes them all
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| And the music rhymes but it crawls
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| And the music comes from hydrogen bombs
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| Rock bands died when amateurs won
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| Data in a hurry, using the new rubble
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| Wipe it up baby, gonna get yourself in trouble
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| We were burnt by the sun
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| Having way too much fun
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| Sleepless downtown overload
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| Does the daylight bring you down?
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| Money pours down and it drowns the little man
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| Parking lot attendants stuff their pockets with their hands
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| And the children laugh in your face
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| They can see what you have erased
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| When dogs make love they don’t look at themselves
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| Checking out each other by the way that they smell
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| Rubbing and a’scratching, itching all the time
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| Stop me if I talk too much, do another line
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| We were burnt by the sun
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| Having way too much fun
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| The church of private enterprise
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| Did the daylight bring you down?
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| I love salt, I love sweets
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| I know there’s danger but I fall asleep
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| The curves, the gasps, the love of life
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| Headlines, gum box, faceless paradise
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| Life rafts bobbing at the bottom of the pier
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| Wood burns faster if it’s soaked in gasoline
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| All these towns look the same, everybody’s clean
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| Roll 'em out, cheap and fast, kiss me when I fall
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| We were burnt by the sun
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| Having way too much fun
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| Sleepless downtown overload
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| Did I stay outside too long?
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| Alcohol, razor-blades
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| All the clouds are miles away
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| Take me down, far away
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| Everyone’s on holiday
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| Alcohol, razor-blades
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| All the clouds are miles away
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| Take me now, fly away
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| Everyone’s on holiday
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| All the clouds are miles away
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| All the clouds are miles away
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| Everyone’s on holiday
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| Everyone’s on holiday
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| Everyone’s on holiday
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| Everyone’s on holiday
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| Everyone’s on holiday |