| Baby’s on some program,
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| Got vaccuum tube lookin’eyes.
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| Gotta block of ice for a heart,
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| F one elevens in the sunrise.
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| There ain’t no escape,
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| I’ll follow wherever you go.
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| Combat boots all over this land,
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| Hey hey rockets a go-go.
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| But don’t you lean on me,
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| I’m innnocent don’t you see.
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| Don’t you lean on me,
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| Oh no.
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| There’s soldiers in the suburbs,
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| Givin’you the shakedown.
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| Everybodies gettin’nervous,
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| The SS are back in town.
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| You got the kind of lips.
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| I wanna kiss.
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| Crucifixion on your bed,
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| Stealth fighters pass overhead.
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| Stealth fighters pass overhead. |