| I went to the marketplace
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| They said they liked my face
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| Better than a digital watch
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| You got it, we’re pros and we can spot it
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| So I thought it was some disease
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| But they were all on their knees
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| Shakin' hands with my picture
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| First we sterilize it
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| Then we merchandise it
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| Everybody tries
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| Everybody buys it
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| Well that’s fine
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| Put me on the slug line
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| Punch a pretty hole in my mind
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| Show me where to sign
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| And put me on the slug line
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| They told me how to behave
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| Like any other public slave
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| Keep a smile on the face of the consumer
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| Or you’ll become a rumor
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| So I got a band of angry sons
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| Now we’re havin' so much fun
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| Tearin' up the nation
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| Weapons out of mic stands
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| Bitin' on the glad hand
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| They still don’t understand
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| That they were marketing a madman
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| And that’s fine
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| Put me on the slug line
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| Punch a pretty hole in my mind
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| Show me where to sign
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| And put me on the slug-
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| Well that’s fine
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| Put me on the slug line
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| Punch a pretty hole in my mind
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| Show me where to sign
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| And put me on the slug line
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| You made one mistake
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| You made me wait
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| That’s fine
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| Put me on the slug line
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| Punch a pretty hole in my mind
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| Show me where to sign
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| And put me on the slug-
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| Well that’s fine
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| Put me on the slug line
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| Couldn’t lay a glove on my mind
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| So show me where to sign
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| And put me on the slug line |