| Must be a factory somewhere
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| Keeps on cranking them out
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| Seems like they travel in pairs
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| Not worth the trouble but too full of clout
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| Somebody must play his game
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| They get stuck in the here and now
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| Lending and borrowing pain
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| His fist, your face, you kiss the ground
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| But he don’t do nothing half way
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| Complete this equation
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| He needs justification
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| Distaff affirmation
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| To keep on crankin' it out
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| We could build cell on cell
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| Mainline him straight to hell
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| But that would not dispel
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| Violent men, hard-headed women, unloved children
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| Must be a garden somewhere
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| Keeps on sending them down
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| Big eyes, big teeth, big hair
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| Ready to breed with the nearest clown
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| She has the will to complain
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| But something won’t let her
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| Break free of the tether
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| Even though she knows better
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| She just can’t figure it out
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| We can prescribe for pain
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| Have her declared insane
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| Even all this won’t change
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| Violent men, hard-headed women, unloved children
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| We let them find their own way
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| While everyone chooses
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| To ignore the abuses
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| We’ve all got excuses
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| We keep on, keep on cranking them out
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| And nobody has the time
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| To look at the great design
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| But they’re all from the same bloodline
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| Violent men, hard-headed women, unloved children |