| kkkitchens, what were you thinking?
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| your quality units never stood a chance
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| with a little forward planning and perspective
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| you’d have avoided this
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| but you’re a spook, a legend,
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| an urban myth with a twist in the tail
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| a precautionary nod to the licensing trade
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| and children still whisper your name
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| da-ddy, don’t marry da-ddy
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| kkkitchens what were you thinking
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| if racial tension is a benchmark
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| then how much for this sink in a riot?
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| i’ll buy it with the water main,
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| but you’re a mock, a molar
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| a molecular fault in a parallel world
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| a mysterious font by the end of the north road
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| just across from the spar
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| da-ddy, don’t marry da-ddy
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| kkkitchens i know you’re shutting
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| i think you gave us everything that we could ever ask
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| of a little racist shop
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| but kkkitchens what were you thinking?
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| what drugs were all your salesmen taking?
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| i tried to run but spent the weekend shaking
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| da-ddy, don’t marry da-ddy |