| While you’re strolling down the fairway
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| Showing no remorse
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| Glowing from the poisons
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| They’ve sprayed on your golf course
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| While you’re busy sinking birdies
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| And keeping your scorecard
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| The devil’s been busy in your back yard
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| Steaming down the highway
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| With your trucks of toxic waste
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| Where you gonna hide it
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| In the outer space?
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| You don’t know what you’re doing
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| Or what you have to guard
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| The devil’s been busy in your back yard
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| Sometimes you think you’re crazy
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| But you know you’re only mad
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| Sometimes you’re better off not knowing
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| How much you’ve been had
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| You see your second cousin
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| Wasted in a fight
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| You say he had it coming
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| You couldn’t do it right
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| You’re in a western movie, playing the part
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| The devil’s been busy in your back yard
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| Sometimes they say you’re wicked
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| But you know that can’t be bad
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| Sometimes you’re better off not knowing
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| It’ll only make you sad
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| They’re coming down Picadilly
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| Dripping at the dash
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| Wasting sticky Willy
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| Covering him with their cash
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| They just might not have noticed, they’ve been beating him so hard
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| And the devil’s been busy in your back yard
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| Devil’s been busy in your back yard
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| Devil’s been busy in your back yard |