The crowded future stings my eyes
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I still find time to exercise
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In uniform with two white stripes
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Unlock my section of the sand
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It's fenced off to the water's edge
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I clamp a gasmask on my head
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[Chorus]
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On my beach at night
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Bathe in my moonlight
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Another tanker's hit the rocks
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Abandoned to spill out its guts
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The sand is laced with sticky glops
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O' Shimmering moonlight sheen upon
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The waves and water clogged with oil
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White gases steam up from the soil
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[Chorus]
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I squash dead fish between my toes
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Try not to step on any bones
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I turn around and I go home
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I slip back through my basement door
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Switch off all that I own below
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Dive in my scalding wooden tub
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My own beach at night
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Electric Moonlight
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There will always be a moon
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Over Marin
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Moon Over Marin
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| Dead Kennedys |
