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Right around the corner, up the street from Harry May |
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There's a little house of horror where all the herberts stay |
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Polish on their sneakers, dax slime in their hair, |
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Always acting crazy, but **** it they don't care |
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(Chorus) |
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{H-e-r-b-e-r-t, Moon moon moon Moonstomp} |
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Everyday at Zestos they're working at their jobs, |
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Another 120 they hate their dead end yobs |
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Don't sleep on the weekends the gleam stays in their eyes, |
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Don't you call it magic their brains are full of ice |
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(Chorus) |
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Always down at the clubs, on good terms with the skins, |
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Acting like an angel won't pay for their sins |
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After ever to do, when all of the wreckage clears, |
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The herberts are left standing, they'll have a few more beers |
