Skilled, professional teams have created,
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In magnificent sweatshops,
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This gold-plated plastic gangster
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With a car crash for a soul
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Keep the motor running
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Let the good times roll
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On over the precipice
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My life came flat-packed
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Inside, it's falling to pieces
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But the surface remains intact
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At the drive-in with a car crash for a soul
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You call this a party?
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It feels like a funeral
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And we thought we'd died alone
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These braindead functions never felt like fun
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And now's the time for us to say,
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"If we're gonna crash, they're gonna pay"
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Yeah, yeah
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Tonight we shine so bright
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Tonight we kill the light
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Our star is rising
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Yours is falling
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Shopping's just like sex in pornos:
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Urgent and joyless
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"I'm so modern everything is pointless"
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With this smashed-up, burned out car crash for a soul
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There's no big "FUCK YOU"
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We just lost all self-control
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And we thought we'd died alone
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These branded boxes never felt like home
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And now's the time for us to say,
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"If they're gonna screw these corpses, they're gonna pay"
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Yeah, yeah
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Tonight we shine so bright
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Tonight we kill the light
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Our star is rising
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Yours is falling
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Car Crash For A Soul
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| Miss Black America |
