| Diminish the grimace and put me back in power babe
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| Replenish the menace and make sure he’s a heavy weight
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| Feed that little tyrant grapes
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| Feed that little tyrant grapes
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| The media is laughing gas
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| The media is laughing gas
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| The media is laughing gas
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| The media is laughing gas
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| So you write a novice song about war
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| Because it’s tried and tried and troubadour-ed
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| And so you write another song about her
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| But tell me was it really worth?
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| The media is laughing gas
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| The media is laughing gas
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| The media is laughing gas
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| The media is laughing gas
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| Cause the south hates the north
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| So I hate you of course
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| And the hates back and forth
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| Like my face hates my nose and yeah
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| The drummer speaks in morse code
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| The drummer speaks in morse code
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| So give me blue eyes
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| So people care when I cry
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| Like I want an out
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| Like I feel ashamed yeah
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| Trapped inside a hardened brain
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| Trapped inside a hardened brain
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| You say its all doom and gloom
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| But its just not that bad
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| So let’s repaint your room
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| And then I’ll call you a cab
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| You say its all doom and gloom |
| Man this place is a drag
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| So lets repaint my room
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| And then I’ll draw you a bath
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| The media is laughing gas |