(Hammill)
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I've been hanging around, waiting for my chance
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to tell you what I think about the music
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that's gone down
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to which you madly danced - frankly,
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you know that it stinks.
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I'm gonna scream, gonna shout,
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gonna play my guitar
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until your body's rigid and you see stars.
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Look at all the jerks in their tinsel glitter suits.
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pansying around; look at all the nerks
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in their leather platform boots,
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making with the heavy sound...
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I'm gonna stamp on the stardust
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and scream till I'm ill -
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if the guitar don't get ya, the drums will.
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Now's my big break - let me up on the stage,
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I'll show you what it's all about;
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enough of the fake,
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bang your feet in a rage,
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tear down the walls and let us out!
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We're more than mere morons, perpetually conned,
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so come on everybody,
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smash the system with the song.
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Smash the system with the song!
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Nadir's Big Chance
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| Van Der Graaf Generator |
