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The Earth it did crack open
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on the day that I was born
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and a thousand merry pranksters
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came dancin' through the storm.
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I lay cradle bound
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a howlin' out my mind
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not knowin' years to come
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I'd be shoutin' over din
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I sucked information through the holes in my skull
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as my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full.
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I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain till the day I drop.
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I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop.
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As a young man,
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I plug into the tube,
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but the stench of all that pretense
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I cannot muddle through.
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I lay on my back
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and scan the radio
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all that comes out my speakers
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is a steady syrup flow.
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I suck information through the holes in my skull
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as my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full.
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I stood by watching
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and I seen 'em come and go.
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I seen 'em make that million
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then vanish in the snow.
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They come upon you
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like a pack of rabid hounds
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as they slobber in your ears
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and purge you with their sounds.
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Pushing misinformation through the holes in my skull
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my belly gurgles nauseous and still my mouth is full.
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I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain till the day I drop.
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I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop.
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The Antipop
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