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You turn the screws |
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You tear down the bridge |
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Flimsy as it is, it's business like |
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You shake my hand |
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You break up the band |
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Flimsy as it is, it's open-mike punk rock |
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Red white and blue (whoa) |
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You twist the knife then go home to kiss your wife |
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A bigger better slice is what you'd like |
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You kick the sand, you get the upper hand |
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You sell it to Japan |
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It's natural punk rock |
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Red white and blue (whoa) |
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You turn the screws |
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It's what you choose to do |
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You think that I |
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Must turn them too |
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You think that I must be so satisfied |
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I stay inside |
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I wonder why |
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And the cement mixer gets it all ready |
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One good turn at a time |
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They're pouring it slowly and steady |
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You're showing me where I can sign |
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What I can expect to find |
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But how can you say you'll be happy |
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When you turn the screws |
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You turn the screws |
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It's what you choose to do |
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You turn the screws |
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It's what you choose to do |
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You think I must turn them, too |
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You turn the screws |
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You tear down the bridge |
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Flimsy as it is, it's business like |
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Flimsy as it is, it's open-mike punk rock |
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Red white and blue |
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You turn the screws |
