kkkitchens, what were you thinking?
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your quality units never stood a chance
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with a little forward planning and perspective
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you'd have avoided this
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but you're a spook, a legend,
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an urban myth with a twist in the tail
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a precautionary nod to the licensing trade
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and children still whisper your name
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da-ddy, don't marry da-ddy
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kkkitchens what were you thinking
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if racial tension is a benchmark
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then how much for this sink in a riot?
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i'll buy it with the water main,
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but you're a mock, a molar
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a molecular fault in a parallel world
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a mysterious font by the end of the north road
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just across from the spar
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da-ddy, don't marry da-ddy
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kkkitchens i know you're shutting
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i think you gave us everything that we could ever ask
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of a little racist shop
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but kkkitchens what were you thinking?
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what drugs were all your salesmen taking?
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i tried to run but spent the weekend shaking
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da-ddy, don't marry da-ddy
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Kkkitchens, What Were You Thinking?
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| McLusky |
