| Down a tunnel, in a tube
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| On the road, knocked down and bruised
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| Some man laid with blood in hair
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| And beside him was a bear.
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| But this bear was a man
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| Red-neck biker from some clan
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| I was really scared and pissed
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| But the creature only hissed:
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| Don’t touch it! |
| Don’t you touch my bike!
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| Don’t touch it!
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| Don’t touch it! |
| Don’t you touch my bike!
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| It’s the only thing I like!
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| Don’t touch it! |
| Don’t you touch my bike!
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| Don’t touch it! |
| Don’t you touch my bike!
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| Don’t touch it! |
| Don’t you touch my bike!
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| It’s the only thing I like!
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| I said: Sir, what have you done?
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| Take a look at what’s going on
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| Why kill a man for touching your bike?
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| After all, it’s just a hype
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| Hype it is! |
| — Was the reply —
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| Kiss your ass and say goodbuy!
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| He pulled out his killer gun
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| I got blue and turned round to run
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| Don’t touch it! |
| Don’t you touch my bike!
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| Don’t touch it!
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| Don’t touch it! |
| Don’t you touch my bike!
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| It’s the only thing I like!
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| Don’t touch it! |
| Don’t you touch my bike!
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| Don’t touch it! |
| Don’t you touch my bike!
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| Don’t touch it! |
| Don’t you touch my bike!
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| It’s the only thing I like!
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| But I did not run away
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| I was smarter in a way
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| Took the road to the country side
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| Down to red-flagged farming sites
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| «Rent a tractor» — the sign read
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| Want them all! |
| — That's what I said
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| Paid my bill and went to a pub
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| Where drunkards had their fun
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| Hey, you boys, you wanna ride?
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| Gotta a fag, who pushed you pride!
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| Got 'em wheels?
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| Sure I do!
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| And the biker paid his due…
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| Don’t touch it!
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| Don’t touch it!
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| Don’t touch it! |
| Don’t you touch my bike!
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| It’s the only thing I like!
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| Don’t touch it! |
| Don’t you touch my bike!
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| Don’t touch it!
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| Don’t touch it! |
| Don’t you touch my bike!
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| It’s the only thing I like! |