| You drop it just to pick it up
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| You pick it up just to drop it
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| Drop it
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| Drop it
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| It’s the arcade coin operated organism
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| It’s controlled by a stick
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| It’s got a mouth with no lips
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| Where the prize is dispensed
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| The middle class got a prince, but
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| He’s doubled over with laughter
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| Once It’s granted his wish
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| The claw machine dream
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| Weaves huggable plush stuffies
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| In supernatural color
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| On a quarter from your mother
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| crowded in the cage looking hungry and abused
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| You grab for them, you get them, you lose them and feel confused
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| Every so many turns, an increased
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| Success rate will temporarily level
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| Your chances of getting paid and
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| The claw the toy crane
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| Getting machine game
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| Will tighten the grip strength
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| And raise the prize
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| Wait
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| It’s a hail Mary of outrage,
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| The basic motor reflex of a
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| Sucker don’t want to admit that
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| He’s been played
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| It builds a junky to think broken
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| He’s open to start shopping
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| The claw’s is a heart stolen
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| Focus on not stopping
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| The customer’s dissatisfied
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| The parking lot is paranoid
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| Bargain hunters flinching like
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| Spousal abuse veterans, just
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| Reacting to the sound of the
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| Public announcement system
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| If there are toys in the machine, we’ve got no animal control
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| But I’m going to settle this problem right
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| I’m going up in the Plexiglas cell and I’m staying the night
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| You never felt so shameless
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| At home with strip mall royalty
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| With the boy in the colorful stuffed toy bubble nativity
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| Mother was so surprised she snapped her thighs shut
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| Like she was closing her eyes tight and
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| Bad lighting be sucked she went for the point and shoot,
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| She shot my cave dive dash into the black hatch
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| Fainted and flushed
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| WE are coin coin operated organisms
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| We destroy joy making these unpleasant decisions
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| WE are coin coin operated organisms
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| We destroy joy making these unpleasant decisions
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| You drop it, drop it just to pick it up up
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| Yeah you pick it up up just to drop it, just drop it
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| You drop it, drop it just to pick it up up
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| Yeah you pick it up up just to drop it, just drop it
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| You drop it, drop it just to pick it up
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| Yeah you pick it up, pick it up, you pick it up, up
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| The machine spoke a spell so sweet and revealed much
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| I sunk my elbow deep in the chute to retrieve plush
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| Fuck this slow ride round a gold pole
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| The mall’s trashed, the miniature carousel is wack and
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| I’m an old soul I eat the whole thing
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| In the frenzy just to retrieve my prize I spilled my cold drink
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| The massive trapped by the spectacle that ensued is
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| Was a crowd of faux concern
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| Dressed in vest blues
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| Think I’m going to give up after thirty seconds of game play?
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| Just watch a mother fucker get famous in front of safe way
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| I’m in a rush but I don’t want to break the spell, now
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| How am I going to fit up in this Plexiglas cell
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| I see a box full of toys I’ve got to get inside
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| I put my arm in the hatch cause I was mesmerized
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| Now I’m screaming for my second life
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| Waiting for the gentle knife
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| Hoping that these people
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| Cut me out before tonight
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| You drop it, drop it just to pick it up up
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| Yeah you pick it up up just to drop it, just drop it
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| You drop it, drop it just to pick it up up
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| Yeah you pick it up up just to drop it, just drop it
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| You drop it, drop it just to pick it up
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| Yeah you pick it up up
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| We’re brain banging the coin slot toy trap machine while
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| The daughter of the automat’s collecting for the silver screen
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| You need a single rubber robot sealed inside a plastic bubble
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| Or your little devil’s guaranteed to breed all types of trouble
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| The mind fuck destroyer like a lover estranged
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| Might let you win a couple rounds just to drive you insane,
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| Yeah the mind fuck destroyer is no longer a game
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| It’s your employer and
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| Its claw is just a lawyer it’s tamed
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| WE see coin on top of coin outside the strip mall’s stacked
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| We might be satisfied, one thing’s for certain, we’re silly strapped
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| Look in at the toy village lottery ticket holders hanging
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| They mashing on the claw game
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| Careless til they drop it, Jeffrey-Jamming on the joysticks
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| Cheeks suddenly moistening
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| Playing make believe with a new friend named disappointment
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| You drop it, drop it just to pick it up up
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| Yeah you pick it up up just to drop it, just drop it
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| You drop it, drop it just to pick it up up
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| Yeah you pick it up up just to drop it, just drop it
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| You drop it, drop it just to pick it up
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| Yeah you pick it up, pick it up, you pick it up, up |