| I was riding on a concrete slab
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| Down a river of useless flab
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| It was such a beautiful day
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| I heard a witchdoctor say
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| «I'll turn you into a toadstool»
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| I’m looking for the DOPE with a microscope
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| My muscle’s twitching on your words
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| If you’re on the streets you lose your nerves
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| Divinity throws you a curve
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| Sticks you and then you go beserk
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| Abhoaring no inspiration
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| I’m looking for the DOPE with a microscope
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| Page out of a comic book
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| A chicken hanging on a hook
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| A river and a babbling brook
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| A sermon and a teenage hook
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| Shaking my hand at your fake face
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| A suicide a certain look
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| A microphone a loose guitar
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| People feeling near and far
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| Stupidity a mental scar
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| Put cruel into cruelty
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| As life goes by you in a blurr
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| An achoholic has gone far
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| Everything just goes to far
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| I was pissing on the desert sands
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| When the desert whispered to me
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| «Damn! |
| Isn’t this a shame?
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| Things will never be the same…»
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| I run this gas and oasis
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| Now I’m looking for the DOPE with a microscope
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| I was a teenage dinosaur, stoned and obsolete
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| I didn’t get fucked and I didn’t get kissed
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| I got so fucking dense
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| Using my head for an ashtray
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| Now I’ll tell you who I am
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| I’m the Repo-Man
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| And I’m looking for the joke
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| Looking for the joke
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| I’m looking for the joke with a microscope |