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I went to the marketplace
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They said they liked my face
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Better than a digital watch
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You got it, we're pros and we can spot it
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So I thought it was some disease
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But they were all on their knees
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Shakin' hands with my picture
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First we sterilize it
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Then we merchandise it
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Everybody tries
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Everybody buys it
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Well that's fine
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Put me on the slug line
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Punch a pretty hole in my mind
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Show me where to sign
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And put me on the slug line
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They told me how to behave
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Like any other public slave
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Keep a smile on the face of the consumer
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Or you'll become a rumor
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So I got a band of angry sons
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Now we're havin' so much fun
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Tearin' up the nation
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Weapons out of mic stands
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Bitin' on the glad hand
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They still don't understand
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That they were marketing a madman
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And that's fine
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Put me on the slug line
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Punch a pretty hole in my mind
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Show me where to sign
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And put me on the slug-
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Well that's fine
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Put me on the slug line
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Punch a pretty hole in my mind
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Show me where to sign
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And put me on the slug line
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You made one mistake
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You made me wait
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That's fine
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Put me on the slug line
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Punch a pretty hole in my mind
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Show me where to sign
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And put me on the slug-
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Well that's fine
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Put me on the slug line
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Couldn't lay a glove on my mind
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So show me where to sign
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And put me on the slug line
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Slug Line
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John Hiatt |