| Are you bitter?
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| Are you tight?
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| Is your jaw permanently white?
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| From years of explaining how you feel
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| Through an emboucher of steel
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| With a saxophone in one hand
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| Peeling out a music made of fire
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| Critics calls
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| Can be cold
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| With new things saving the old
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| Hubcaps and lawnmower blades
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| Homemade drums lined up along the stage
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| engines twist into song
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| Well I don’t have to tell you
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| Well I don’t have to tell you
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| They’re charging admission now
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| But you don’t care
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| Well you never cared
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| They’re charging admission now
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| For your baby teeth
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| And a lock of hair
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| They’re charging admission now
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| Well you do care
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| Well of course you care
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| Too many clubs
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| To recall
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| Scattered lumps exploding as they fall
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| You left the old structures to rust
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| While the Capricorn moon gathers dust
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| Now the box sets are moving in the malls
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| And I don’t have to tell you
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| Well I don’t have to tell you
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| They’re charging admission now
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| But you don’t care
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| Well you never cared
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| They’re charging admission now
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| For your baby teeth
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| And a lock of hair
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| They’re charging admission now
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| Well you do care
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| Well of course you care
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| Well I don’t have to tell you… |