| Hit me
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| Come on
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| Allright
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| Do you hear me?
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| So your old man went and called you a degenerate bum
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| And you stood there crockin' on your cinnamon gum
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| And your Ma was knockin' at your sister’s brains
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| And you couldn’t help thinkin' what she hoped to gain
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| Just then that freak walked in the door
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| And knocked me to the floor
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| You said: «Hey man, you’re on some kind of trip»
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| He said: «Don't give me no lip»
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| Just turn it down, come on turn it down
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| I can’t take no more of that God awful sound
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| So far God’s sake turn it down
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| Now the suspicious minds of your learned friends
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| Will eat away at your kind 'til the music ends
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| And the creep that taught you everything you know
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| Will hypocritically ask you what the hell you know
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| He’ll go out and mess around, then go home without a sound
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| You said: «Hey man, you’re some kinda monk»
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| He said: «Listen here you punk»
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| Just turn it down, come on turn it down
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| I can’t take no more of that God awful sound
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| So far God’s sake turn it down
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| Turn it down, just turn it down
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| Come on turn it down, I said: «Turn it down»
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| Come on, come on turn it down, just turn it down
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| I can’t take no more of that God awful sound
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| So far God’s sake turn it down |