Lock up your kids
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Lock up your wife
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Lock up yourself
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Or run for your life
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Lock up your aunt
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And your grandma in a gown
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Lock up your dick
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Coz the boys are back in town
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They're burnin' down the Milkyway
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They don't need no P.J.J.
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There'll be no sleep 'til judgement day
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Coz the sons of gnarl are here to stay
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Yeah yeah
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Skelett, yeah I love my, yeah I love my
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Skelett
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| Henry Fiat's Open Sore |
