| I saw a light in the desert sky, space station comin' down
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| I hope it don’t fall on me, twisted metal on the ground
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| I see the pain in a young man’s eyes as he reaches for a fix
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| I see him shake when he’s hangin' out, that’s not what I call kicks
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| Keep the junk in America
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| Keep the junk in America
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| Keep that junk, leave it where it belongs
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| I ate a burger and some fries, mamma, it made me so sick
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| They gave it to me with a smile, knew it was a trick
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| I heard some muzak on the radio, they play it every hour
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| I hear that garbage on the radio and I sing it in the shower
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| Keep the junk in America
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| Keep the junk in America
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| Keep that junk, leave it where it belongs
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| America she’s got the best, she’s also got the worst
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| But down here we get everything, sometimes I think we’re cursed
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| We gave them the boomerang, you know it just flew back
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| With stars and with stripes all over it, radar on its track
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| There’s a missile base just down the street
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| Where they fight the war
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| And when the rockets find it
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| I won’t be here no more
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| Keep the junk in America
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| Keep the junk in America
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| Keep that junk, leave it where it belongs
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| Keep the junk in America
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| Keep the junk in America
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| Keep the junk in America
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| Leave it where it belongs
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| Keep that junk in America
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| Leave it where it belongs |