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I'm down and out now sittin' in a stupid chair |
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Seems that I've been swappin' crap for years |
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Just a little noddy chewin' on my bread |
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Little scmoozy-woozy want you dead |
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In a shitty mood, go away man |
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Want no rocky talkin' 'cause I'm screwed |
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Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta |
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Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go |
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On a loner thing, go away man |
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'Cause what you say can't make the rock-bell ring |
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Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta |
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Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go |
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I've heard your records and I've read your zines |
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I've got it up to here but you don't know what I mean |
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Just a motor-mouthie with a borin' twist |
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No-goodnik meant for nothin' makin' me so fuckin' pissed |
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Wanna eat my cheese, wanna read my sleaze |
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Don't wanna analyze it, shut it 'cause I'm greased |
