| The man in the corner of this picture has a sinister purpose
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| In the teeming temple of the railroad kings
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| Hes planting a trashy paperback book for accidental purchase
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| Containing all the secrets of life and other useless things
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| But I cant bring myself to look
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| Wake up zombie write yourself another book
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| You want to scream and shout my little flaxen lout
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| Hurry down doomsday the bugs are taking over
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| She sleeps with the shirt of a late, great country singer
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| Stretched out on her poor jealous husbands pillow
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| In time you can turn these obsessions into careers
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| While the parents of those kidnapped children start the bidding
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| For their tears
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| But I cant bring myself to look
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| Wake up zombie
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| Get yourself off the book
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| You want to scream and shout my little waxen lout
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| Hurry down doomsday the bugs are taking over
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| Forget about beethoven, rembrandt and rock and roll
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| Forget about mickey mouse, marlboro and coca cola
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| Forget about cadillac, mercedes and toyota
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| Forget about buddha, allah, jesus and jehovah
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| Hurry down doomsday the bugs are taking over
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| Any day now a giant insect mutation
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| Will swoop down and devour the white mans burden
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| Starting out with all of the sensitive ones
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| Better make like a fly if you dont want to die
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| Look out there goes gordon
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| But I cant bring myself to think
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| Wake up zombie
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| Kick up a big stink
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| You want to scream and shout my little saxon lout
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| Hurry down doomsday the bugs are taking over |