| Be alarmed
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| We’re in charge
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| We have starved
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| For too long
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| Be alarmed
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| We’re in charge
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| We have starved
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| For too long
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| Animal, Vegetable, Criminal
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| Ride for every time I tried to drive it 'till the rims were loose
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| Blinded by the wild side and miles by the kitchen spoon
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| Inspired by the kind of guys that plier pry your wisdom tooth
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| Business move, Breyers lines the siding of his Army coat
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| Talking to this cradle rocking Robin in safari mode
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| She said life is like a box of Java scripts and Harley spokes
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| Feeding demon dragon’s speeding wagons so we R.E.O.'d
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| Carlito, Sorry won’t cut it plus he doesn’t pack a rebel cause
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| Nothing really matters to an afternoon at devil dogs
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| The method in the bottle that his mama used is smelling salt
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| Was really just to tell him that not every mouth should dental floss
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| Let him walk, Welcome back, Bobby got the whole strip
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| Puffing on that blurry bumping Journey for the whole trip
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| Nothing on him sturdy, just some Murphy’s Oil Soap mixed
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| With every fuck he gave before them strangers took his «go fish»
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| Homesick Blues keep it moving subterranean
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| Ain’t used a blinker since he threw them sinkers in the J.V. gym
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| Back when Maury wasn’t stories about some four piece and a baby’s bib
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| His glory came from swarming in with Porky’s on your neighbors crib
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| Pay the vig, Gimme gimme cocoa pop, Superball
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| If three’s a crowd then he’s allowed to tell you that he’s huge in Prague
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| To lose it all and keep his head and reinvent the voodoo doll
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| Then peace and love and beat it 'cause no telling what he’ll do to y’all
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| Who’s the boss? |
| Who’s the Mack? |
| Guess who came to dinner down
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| On his luck, brought a couple women that had been around
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| The block so much they taco truck, chop you up to bits and bounce
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| Then shop the aisle, crocodile, monster style In-N-Out
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| It’s about principles, the kid’s already given up
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| They’re janitors that answer you in Xanadu with riddles of
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| Antifreeze by land and sea, the fantasy of sitting ducks
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| Lined up in a row your boat and overdosed on different drugs
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| Zipper stuck, tent ripped, imprint of a sneaker sole
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| Short wave static and a map of all the decent roads
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| Short grain patterns means he had him in a sleeper hold
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| Whoever did it meant to leave these mp3s of Lisa Loeb
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| Speaker phone, tough guy jump up to get hunger gamed
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| Street lights covered by the troubled kids that love to paint
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| Coming from where Sonny tucked the muddy bucks in rubber maid
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| Where sleeping is enough to get you run up on in couples skate
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| (Be alarmed) We can get it
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| She can get it
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| (We're in charge) They can get it
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| We can get it
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| (We have starved) I can get it
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| You can get it
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| (For too long) Now you know
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| And don’t forget it
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| (Be alarmed) We can get it
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| She can get it
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| (We're in charge) They can get it
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| We can get it
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| (We have starved) I can get it
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| You can get it
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| (For too long) Now you know
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| And don’t forget it
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| (Be alarmed) We can get it
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| She can get it
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| (We're in charge) They can get it
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| We can get it
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| (We have starved) I can get it
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| You can get it
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| (For too long) Now you know
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| And don’t forget it
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| (Be alarmed) We can get it
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| She can get it
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| (We're in charge) They can get it
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| We can get it
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| (We have starved) I can get it
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| You can get it
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| (For too long) Now you know
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| And don’t forget it |