Shut up I’m fine, just give me some more wine. It’s a totally cosmic jam, I’m mauwin’ down a superslam. I’m beating up your piggy bank, I only got you to thank.
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Barracuda brain, dead end sucking drain, ultra sonic pain, you’re too good to me.
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Rabid porcupine, all the warning signs, hyperactive slime, you’re too good to me.
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Up chuck my brunch, it’s a Brady Bunch lunch. I’m spewing up parasites, it’s burning like dynamite. A totally honest chump, I’m running like Forest Gump.
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(chorus)
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A legitimate bloodless scam, a Tarantino killer man. I’m driving with Leroy Brown, we’re heading for a skinnier town.
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(chorus)
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YOU’RE TOO GOOD TO ME
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| Artificial Joy Club |
