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While you're strolling down the fairway |
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Showing no remorse |
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Glowing from the poisons |
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They've sprayed on your golf course |
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While you're busy sinking birdies |
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And keeping your scorecard |
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The devil's been busy in your back yard |
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Steaming down the highway |
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With your trucks of toxic waste |
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Where you gonna hide it |
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In the outer space? |
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You don't know what you're doing |
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Or what you have to guard |
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The devil's been busy in your back yard |
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Sometimes you think you're crazy |
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But you know you're only mad |
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Sometimes your better off not knowing |
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How much you've been had |
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You see your second cousin |
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Wasted in a fight |
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You say he had it coming |
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You couldn't do it right |
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You're in a western movie, playing the part |
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The devil's been busy in your back yard |
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Sometimes they say you're wicked |
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But you know that can't be bad |
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Sometimes you're better off not knowing |
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It'll only make you sad |
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They're coming down picadilly |
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Dripping at the dash |
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Wasting sticky willy |
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Covering him with their cash |
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They just might not have noticed, they've been beating him so hard |
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The devil's been busy in your back yard |
