| Turn off the sound of silence
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| Garfunkel just killed Simon
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| My mouth just keeps on climbin'
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| Up, up, up, up, up, and I’m in
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| Ok, our music’s violent
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| Explodes like dynamite and
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| Light bulbs but no ideas
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| Now your gunna see it
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| We’re the cold hand slidin' down your own shirt
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| We’re the last of the Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers
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| We’re the bad man comin' and it won’t hurt
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| We’re the mother fuckin' Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers
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| That’s right we’re comin' in
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| Don’t lose, we always win
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| We’ll tell it like it is
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| EVERYBODY IS OUR BITCH!
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| If you don’t agree with this
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| Take a second and try our chips
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| Roasted to perfection
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| Flavorful, not flavorless
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| We’re the cold hand slidin' down your own shirt
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| We’re the last of the Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers
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| We’re the bad man comin' and it won’t hurt
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| We’re the mother fuckin' Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers
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| (Various screams)
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| We’re the cold hand slidin' down your own shirt
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| We’re the mother fuckin' Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers
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| We’re the bad man comin' and it won’t hurt
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| We’re the mother fuckin' Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers
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| We’re the cold hand slidin' down your own shirt
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| We’re the mother fuckin' Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers
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| We’re the bad man comin' and it won’t hurt
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| We’re the mother fuckin' Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers
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| I’m a mother fuckin' Rock 'N' Roll Soldier |