| Stop! |
| We are good times.
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| We’re from the 80s and we’re here to help.
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| That’s when the lion awoke and Mephistopheles spoke.
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| He said, «You still got some time, baby, there’s still time to choke.»
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| That’s where her majesty dines on perpendicular lines.
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| So, stop making me stop, we are good times.
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| Stop! |
| We are good times.
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| And I don’t even know.
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| It keeps repeating,
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| It keeps repeating,
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| It keeps repeating, and I don’t even know.
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| This job is taking its toll.
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| Sometime it be so droll.
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| You gotta jam it baby,
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| go on and jam it in the hole.
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| Wonderful pleasure, whatever you use.
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| We are good times, in whatever form you choose.
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| No battery, but your lights are on.
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| Flesh fantasy and our love goes on and on.
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| Jam it in the hole.
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| Stop! |
| We are good times.
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| It keeps pushing
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| It keeps pushing me down,
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| It keeps pushing.
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| Tell me are you gonna push, push?
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| It’s just a sick banshee,
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| A certain fantasy,
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| An alternative version of what I need.
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| So fly a flag up a pole
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| It’s an attainable goal.
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| Rock and Roll black hole.
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| Just go and jam it in the hole.
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| Jam it in the hole.
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| Jam it in the hole.
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| Jam it in the hole.
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| Stop! |
| We are good times.
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| I am god’s love, baby.
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| I’m Courtney Love, baby.
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| Who the hell are you?
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| No battery, but your lights are on.
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| Flesh fantasy and our love goes on and on.
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| Wonderful pleasure, whatever you use.
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| We are good times, in whatever form you choose.
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| No battery, but your lights are on.
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| Flesh fantasy and our love goes on and on.
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| Wonderful pleasure, whatever you use.
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| We are good times, in whatever form you choose.
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| What is the market value of a soul?
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| Kids keep jamming in the rock and roll black hole.
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| Greasing up the pleasure hole
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| Kids keep jamming in this rock and roll black hole. |