Nothing is crueler than children who come from good homes
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God will forgive them, I guess, but whose side are you on?
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Driving around the old town, I remember it all
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Dropping my lunchbox and Tampax all over the hall
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And they said...
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"You are a socialist cokehead, we know from your clothes.
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"You are a satanist worshiper of things evil!
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"You think you're poet, a folksinger? Poser, nuh-oh!
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A volleyball player? You've got to be kidding us all!"
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So we hide from the cunts
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On a night reconnaissance
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Steal flamingos and gnomes
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From the dark side of the lawn
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No one can stop us
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The script is a work of genius
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No one has bought the rights yet but
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We're not giving up
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Every unwanted lawn jockey fits in the script
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Directed by Spielberg and starring the masochist club
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Mary, you look like hell
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You're stuck in that ridiculous shell
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Give us some light and God's pure love
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We know what you've been dreaming of
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Give us some light and God's pure love
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We know what you've been dreaming of
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Give us some light and God's pure love
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We're taking you to Hollywood
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[spoken]
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Ah!
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Hollywood
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[end spoken]
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And we hide from the cunts
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On a night reconnaissance
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Steal flamingos and gnomes
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From the dark side of the lawn
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One plays a socialist cokehead we dress in my clothes
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One plays a satanist worshiper of things evil
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One plays a poet who starts up a band of his own
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One is a volleyball player with both her wrists...broke!
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And we hide from the cunts
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On a night reconnaissance
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Steal flamingos and gnomes
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From the dark side of the lawn
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And we give them good homes
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Give them love they've never known
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In the loft, in the barn,
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In the town where I was born
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In the loft, in the barn,
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In the town where I was born
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In the loft, in the barn,
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In the town where I was born
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*(Note: in some live versions, Amanda says "lesbian" instead of "socialist".)
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Night Reconnaissance
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| The Dresden Dolls |
