Down at the arsenal they keep the nerve gasses
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Guarded day and night by caged white rabbits
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Been sitting there for years
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I'm gonna have at it
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I cut through the fence, run right in and grab it
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Go crazy crazy crazy crazy:
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Now I got my own mustard gas in my pocket
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Climb on a tree on a branch and drop it
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On a country club full of Saturday golfers
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So I can watch them die chokin' shakin'in convulsions
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Go crazy crazy crazy crazy
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Crazy crazy crazy crazy:
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Panic in the air
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See the headless chickens runnin'
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Golf carts head on crashin'
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Crackin' heads wide open
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Scratch the grass, mister, you can't breath
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And roll and writhe in a sandtrap
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Starting to heave
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Claw those clubs, lemme see you seethe
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Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy
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Yellow air
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Yellow clouds
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Blowin' down down down the fairway
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Sensitive to the touch
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Mowin' down the putting green
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Heading straight for the big clubhouse
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Where the stuffed country club
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Effervescent ladies, so carefree
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Relax, pose by the pool
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Limber limp with a dry martini
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Until
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| Dead Kennedys |
