(The Traveling Wilburys)
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While you're strolling down the fairway
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Showing no remorse
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Glowing from the poisons
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They've sprayed on your golf course
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While you're busy sinking birdies
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And keeping your scorecard
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The devil's been busy in your back yard
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Steaming down the highway
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With your trucks of toxic waste
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Where you gonna hide it
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In the outer space?
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You don't know what you're doing
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Or what you have to guard
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The devil's been busy in your back yard
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Sometimes you think you're crazy
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But you know you're only mad
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Sometimes you're better off not knowing
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How much you've been had
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You see your second cousin
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Wasted in a fight
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You say he had it coming
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You couldn't do it right
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You're in a western movie, playing the part
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The devil's been busy in your back yard
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Sometimes they say you're wicked
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But you know that can't be bad
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Sometimes you're better off not knowing
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It'll only make you sad
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They're coming down Picadilly
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Dripping at the dash
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Wasting sticky Willy
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Covering him with their cash
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They just might not have noticed, they've been beating him so hard
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And the devil's been busy in your back yard
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Devil's been busy in your back yard
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Devil's been busy in your back yard
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The Devil's Been Busy
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| The Traveling Wilburys |
