| Thought I heard you screaming
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| And pulling out your hair
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| Furious and steaming
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| A stain upon your stairs
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| Don’t you know dirt will find you and
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| Dirt reminds you that dirt will always be there
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| It’s only dirt around you and dirt surrounds you
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| It follows you everywhere
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| Here’s a dirty joke, man, filled with filth and smut
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| The heart of it, it sparkles the more it can corrupt
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| Don’t you know
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| Dirt can’t hurt you
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| I’m truly certain
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| Usually washes out
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| Don’t you know rain
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| Will wash out the stain
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| And all of your pain
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| Will work itself out
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| Work it out
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| 'Fraid you’ve lost your innocence to some-odd social scene
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| You’re right on top but you’ve been replaced by a shiny new machine
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| And dirt keeps following you and you don’t know what it means
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| You’re a little too clean
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| A little too clean
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| A little too clean
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| One day dirt will bury you and you will understand
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| There is nothing much more than the ground on which you stand
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| Don’t you know
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| Dirt will find you and
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| Dirt reminds you that
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| Dirt will always be there
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| It’s only
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| Dirt around you and
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| Dirt surrounds you
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| It follows you everywhere
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| (Everywhere)
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| 'Fraid you’ve lost your innocence to some-odd social scene
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| You’re right on top, but you’ve been replaced by a shiny new machine
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| And dirt keeps following you and you don’t know what it means
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| You’re a little too clean
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| A little too clean
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| A little too clean
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| Well, my insect
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| I got a solid gold royalty
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| A little too? |
| little too scared |