(G. Elgar)
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Through garbage dumps
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He sought his game
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The things thrown out
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Were the things he gained
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Back alley waste
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And dirt from litter
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He collected it all
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And he ate it
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For dinner... dinner... dinner...
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Hooked on junk
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Hooked on junk
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Hooked on junk.. junk...junk...junk... junk
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Sally looked in disgust
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How could a man write such stuff
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What about real life
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What about the way things really are
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What a gross person she was
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Sally threw her head back
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She began to up...up...
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Upheave violently
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Her guts tore from the sickening chore
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Detecting something foul
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She cried out for more bowel
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"More bowel" she cried
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"More bowel!"
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She found her head
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Lying in a bowl of toilet collectibles....
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Collectibles....
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Collectibles...
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I could see she was sick
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So I called her lawyer and ordered some
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Hooked on junk
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Hooked on junk
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Hooked on junk.. junk...junk...junk... junk.
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Hooked On Junk
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| K.D. Lang |
