| Dope me up on women and credit cards
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| Promise X-Ray vision and fancy cars
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| The tables set for the bourgeoisie
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| Better get in line with your dinner tray
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| Cause when it’s all ran out and it’s just you left
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| With the nut job swigging his crystal meth
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| And there’s a constant ring of machinery
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| Is there a place for me in history?
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| Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play
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| Throwing them miles away, now it’s another day
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| To shelter from the storm
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| Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play
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| Throwing them miles away, wishing for new year’s day
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| To shelter from the storm
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| Sons of time are rising, 16 minds exploding
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| It’s the 21st century ain’t it cool?
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| It’s taught us how to eat and how to drool
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| And the wind up merchants are out in force
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| Telling you my brother to change your course
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| And you won’t be the first to think it’s wrong
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| When all you really want is to bang a gong
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| Cause it’s all sawn up in our misery
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| Is there a place for me in the history?
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| Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play
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| Throwing them miles away, now it’s another day
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| To shelter from the storm
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| Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play
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| Throwing them miles away, wishing for new years day
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| To shelter from the storm
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| We gotta break down the doors and shelter from the storm
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| We gotta break down the doors and shelter from the storm
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| We gotta break down the doors and shelter from the storm
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| We gotta break down the doors and shelter from the storm
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| Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play
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| Throwing them miles away, now it’s another day
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| To shelter from the storm
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| Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play
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| Throwing them miles away, wishing for new years day
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| To shelter from the storm |