| He’s a tiny little hateful scum
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| And he hates to hear the music loud
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| So he took the broom beside his bed
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| And he banged it on the roof to shout
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| «What's that racket? |
| Keep it down!»
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| The kids are having none of that
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| The freaks took to the streets
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| Everyone’s singing and dancing
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| And banging their heads
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| Did you hear what he said?
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| He tried to burn all the rock records
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| He tried to burn all the rock records
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| I think the king is crazy
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| His new decree’s absurd
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| He’s trying to burn all the rock records
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| Well, he couldn’t keep his fat mouth shut
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| Only when he had his foot in there
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| Couldn’t show us any tenderness
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| So we’re gonna have to take his head
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| Now the kids are having none of that
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| The freaks took to the streets
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| We’re taking over your city
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| Painting everything red
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| Did you hear what we did?
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| He tried to burn all the rock records
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| He tried to burn all the rock records
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| I think the king is crazy
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| His new decree’s absurd
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| He’s trying to burn all the rock records
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| I said to myself, «This motherfucker
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| He’s carrying on like he ain’t got a care in the world
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| But who knows? |
| Maybe he don’t»
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| I’m gonna take my time
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| Enjoy the extreme
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| The howling of the children of the night
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| Drowns out your screams |