| Please clean your plate dear
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| The Lord above can see you
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| Don’t you know people are starving in Korea
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| Alcohol and razor blades and poison and needles
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| Kindergarten people, they use them, they need them
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| The over-indulgent machines were their children
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| There wasn’t a way down on Earth here to cool them
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| 'Cause they looked just like humans
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| At Kresge’s and Woolworth’s
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| But decadent brains were at work to destroy
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| Brats in batallions were ruling the streets
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| Saying generation landslide
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| Closed the gap between them
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| And I laughed to myself at the men and the ladies
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| Who never conceived of us billion dollar babies
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| Militant mothers hiding in their basements
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| Using pots and pans as thier shields and their helmets
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| Molotov milk bottles heaved from pink high chairs
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| While Mother’s Lib burned birth certificate papers
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| Dad gets his allowance from his sonny the dealer
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| Who’s pubic to the world but involved in high finance
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| Sister’s out till five doing banker’s son’s hours
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| But she owns a Maserati that’s a gift from his father
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| Stopped at full speed at one hundred miles per hour
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| The Colgate invisible shield finally got 'em
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| But I laughed to myself at the men and the ladies
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| Who never conceived of us billion dollar babies |