| It’s burning, it’s burning, it’s burning
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| A fire inside that I just don’t believe
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| Well, some call it anger, and some say frustration
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| But I think I call this big greed
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| This time the circus has left without us
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| And we couldn’t run away
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| The fringe is the center, the fringe is the center now
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| Hey boy, that’s great
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| I woke up in hawthorne, I took ocean down to
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| The fairground to see everyone
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| So beautiful, I drowned in the waves
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| Of the haircuts, the spin kicks and jumps
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| I got my bottled water and my nachos
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| It came in at under twenty bucks
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| I got this bad taste in the back of my mouth
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| From my time on the back of the bus
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| This summer vacation, it’s cheap and it’s true
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| Its ideals are intact, it’s the best we can do
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| This time you’ve turned into your own enemy
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| Not sellouts but dictating economies
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| These thieves, these thieves in their flip-flops and bro attitudes
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| Are the very reason we do what we do
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| We yell «fuck the man"and that’s what we mean
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| No matter who that man happens to be
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| No matter who that man happens to be
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| This Kevin or that one, it all seems the same
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| Exploit the avenues, fix all the gains
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| Well maybe they’ll buy everything that you sell
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| But I’m outside these fences
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| Rolling fast down that hill…
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| Fuck your warped ideals!
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| You fucking nut sack! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Warped Summer Extravaganza (Turbo Excellent) , by - The Lawrence Arms. Song from the album We Are the Champions of the World: The Best Of, in the genre Панк