| I drove all over Hollywood
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| Looking at the stars
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| First I ate my Milky Way
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| And then I ate my Mars
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| But sucking on a Galaxy
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| I noticed something pretty bizarre
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| There’s not a lot of people there
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| Just an awful lot of cars, check it out!
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| Stale! |
| Pulp culture, take it away
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| True! |
| Pulp culture, help to redefine it
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| Old! |
| Pulp culture, day upon day
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| Young! |
| Pulp culture, serve to undermine it
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| Sham! |
| Pulp culture, buried in time
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| True! |
| Pulp culture, there to be plundered
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| Same! |
| Pulp culture, year upon year
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| Hey! |
| Pulp culture, live to be a hundred
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| Shake off that thing, you gotten used to it
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| Here is one you won’t wanna parlay
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| In a small round cruel scum brown brat shack dumb world
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| So squeeze a little tear from your body…
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| Another dozen unchained!
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| If a child ever rose on the wings of a dove
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| Or the claws of a vulture
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| Then a man ain’t a man when he don’t understand
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| Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Pulp culture, pulp culture, pulp culture, pulp culture
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| Do you really love me girl?
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| I think I know but I wanna be sure
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| You tell it to me all night long
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| Still I wanna hear it some more
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| You tell me in the bathroom babe
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| And you tell me back in the hall
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| You tell me on the kitchen table
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| And up against the wall, what it is
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| So check beneath your fingernails
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| In between your toes
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| Right between your earlobes darling
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| That’s where culture grows
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| It’s breeding in your short and curlies
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| Ready to expand
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| From the heart of Poison City out over televisionland
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| With a gun |