Black and white
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But the time is stricnine.
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You soak it down in your rubbing alcohol.
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You're saying you're underdogs,
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Knowing what they don't want
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And what they don't want...
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Strange boy
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Scrounging through his pockets.
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Scraping over nachos
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And a microbrew.
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Stuck in the middle one sucking up, up town
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Clogging up the quarters at the arcade.
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I said you're better than me at this
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So much better at this,
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So much better of forcing the matter of
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Kill the running joke just before it grows
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Tell everyone you owe
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Collects and goes away.
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(repeat)
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Goes away
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Goes away
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Goes away
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I said you're better than me at this
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So much better at this,
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So much better at forcing the matter of
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Kill the running joke just before it grows
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Kill everyone you owe
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'Cause excess goes away.
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(repeat)
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I'm not at home 'cause I'm going to Nipomo, C.A.
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Just leave the money on the soundman's check.
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I'm on the middle box sucking up, up town
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Knowing what we don't want, what they don't want.
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I'm not at home 'cause I'm going to Nipomo, C.A.
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But lay your money on the soundman's check.
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I'm on the middle box sucking up, up town
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Knowing what we don't want, what we don't want.
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Underdogs of Nipomo
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Archers of Loaf |