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I feel like I've just walked in on the set of a Roger Corman movie |
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Full of bad dialogue, tacky sets, 99 pound weaklings, naughty nymphettes |
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Coffe rings on everything, can't see where my halo's been |
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Caviar to the General, cold coffe for the queen |
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GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT |
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If a hermit lives in ecstasy, his lack of comfort has become luxury |
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I tried to cook up some privacy but the doorbell tore up the recipe |
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At the end of my tether, they're hell for leather, everybody talks about the weather |
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I was standing I was standing on the landing now I'M standing in the hall |
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GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT |
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GET OUT OF MY HOUSE |
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Caviar cold coffee the milk's gone off. |
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Like a coctail, molotov |
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Caviar cold coffee the grapes of wrath. |
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Cocktail with your molotov? |
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I'm not complacent in my basement. |
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Who's the judge? Here comes the jury... |
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Get that blunt object out of my face, there's too much violence in front of T.V. |
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Be a bit more un-can-ny... my temple was a shrine |
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You don't govern me, (no protection money), you can't turn off milk into wine |
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GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT |
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GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE |