| Call the cops, I think you let them in
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| They’ll mock your clothing and the band your in
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| So lie, it’s your only crime
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| And they’ll tell you that you’re out of notes
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| Of the overtones, only twelve you know
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| So lie, you are so off time
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| 'Cause you are young, hot
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| Young, hot, everything’s so lost
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| Yeah, you are young, hot
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| Young, hot, it’s always been enough
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| (Let's do this our way)
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| (Let's do this our way)
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| And the Bolsheviks, they all let us down
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| And the patriots, they all let us down
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| If apathy’s a virtue, they can’t hurt you
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| There’s no regret
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| And if you contradict the words I say
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| It’s okay if it gets you laid, it’s fine, add to the debt
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| 'Cause you are young, hot
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| Young, hot, everything’s so lost
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| Yeah, you are young, hot
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| Young, hot, it’s always been enough
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| (Let's do this our way)
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| (Let's do this our way)
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| Yeah, the cyber punks, they all let us down
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| The economists, they all let us down
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| To the NRA I have this to say
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| You can pray to nothing, we’ll all fade away |