| I’ve been hanging around, waiting for my chance
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| To tell you what I think about the music that’s gone down
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| To which you madly danced — frankly, you know that it stinks
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| I’m gonna scream, gonna shout, gonna play my guitar
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| Until your body’s rigid and you see stars
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| Look at all the jerks in their tinsel glitter suits
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| Pansying around; |
| look at all the nerks
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| In their leather platform boots, making with the heavy sound…
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| I’m gonna stamp on the stardust and scream 'til I’m ill —
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| If the guitar don’t get ya, the drums will
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| Now’s my big break — let me up on the stage
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| I’ll show you what it’s all about; |
| enough of the fake
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| Bang your feet in a rage, tear down the walls and let us out!
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| We’re more than mere morons, perpetually conned
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| So come on everybody, smash the system with the song
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| Come on everybody, smash the system with the song!
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| Smash the system with the song! |