| While mom’s and dad’s are screaming over string beans
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| It doesn’t occur to them, they’re sounding like two has-beens
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| Political candidates are spitting kisses over babies
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| And Hollywood’s still making heroes out of crazies
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| Rewind, backdate, leave your weapons at the gate
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| Don’t call me mate
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| I’ll seal your fate
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| You work it out, but you’re all too late
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| Kick out the windows, damn place is like a hot house
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| This cabin fever’s got me spinning like a lighthouse
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| There’s nowhere to go but where you know
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| Rewind, backdate, leave your weapons at the gate
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| Don’t call me mate
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| I’ll seal your fate
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| You work it out, and you’re all too late
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| I don’t want to, I don’t need to
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| Give me something I’ll agree to
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| You’re not funny, stuff your money
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| I couldn’t tell you all I’ve been through
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| That’s all it takes, don’t unwind me
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| Who’s on the make? |
| Get behind me! |