There's a prefab building and a funny smell
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Around the hill outside of town
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Every now and then we wonder
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But we shrug our shoulders
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And get back to work
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There's a railroad there and trains go by
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And there's people locked in cattle cars
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And have you noticed
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The french fries at the A&W
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Taste a little strange?
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I drive down to the disco
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Pompadour and pink lamme
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I bow and blow the doorman
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He parts the chain, says join the game
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A quick line in the girls room
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To the bar for the electrodes
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A coin into the right slits
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Tape my temple watch me go
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Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
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And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
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Slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress
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Up and down your spandex ass
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If I lit a match for you
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You'd melt before my eyes
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C'mere my pretty glow-worm
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You look so fine to dance with me
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The fly-eye lights are throbbin'
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I'm burning up the floor
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Whirling twirling
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Close my eyes
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No faces judging me
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But I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
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And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
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Slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress
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Up and down your spandex ass
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A Hitler youth in jogging suit
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Smiling face banded 'round his arm
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Says, 'Line up, you've got work to do
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We need dog food for the poor'
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A scream bleats out, we're herded into lines
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Customized vans wait outside
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I'm getting scared of my new home
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To Auschwitz condominiums we go
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Oh no
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Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
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And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
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Let my fingers down your dress
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One more time
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Saturday Night Holocaust
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| Dead Kennedys |
