| There’s a prefab building and a funny smell
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| Around the hills outside of town
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| Every now and then we wonder
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| But we shrug our shoulders and get back to work
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| There’s a railroad there and trains go by
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| And there’s people locked in cattle cars
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| And have you noticed the french fries at the A&W
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| Taste a little strange?
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| I drive down to the disco
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| Pompadour and pink lammé
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| I bow and blow the doorman
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| He parts the chain, says «Join the game»
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| A quick line in the girls room
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| To the bar for the electrodes
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| A coin into the right slit
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| Tape my temple, watch me go
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| Blacks are banned, except on the records
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| Oh, life’s a cabaret
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| Like in Berlin, 1930
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| All I crave is my escape
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| Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
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| And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
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| Run my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress
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| Up and down your spandex ass
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| If I lit a match for you
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| You’d melt before my eyes
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| Come here, my pretty glow worm
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| You look so fine so dance with me
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| The fly-eye lights are throbbing
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| I’m burning up the floor
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| Whirling, twirling
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| Close my eyes, no faces judging me
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| But I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
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| And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
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| Slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress
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| Up and down your spandex ass
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| A Hitler youth in jogging suit
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| Smiling face band 'round his arm
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| Says «Line up, you’ve got work to do
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| We need dog food for the poor»
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| A scream bleats out, we’re herded into lines
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| Customized vans wait outside
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| I’m getting scared of my new home
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| To Auschwitz condominiums we go
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| Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
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| And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
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| Let my fingers down your dress
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| One more time |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Saturday Night Holocaust , by - Dead Kennedys. Song from the album Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death, in the genre Панк