Like Jimmy Carter,
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like electric underwear.
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Like any idea that never had a chance to go anywhere,
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this is who you are...
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A paid celebrity
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who drives off a bridge in a car,
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your beautiful body filling up with water.
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Like Harry Truman dropping bombs out of the air,
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like any self-respecting multi-billionaire,
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this is who you are...
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Five dancing teenage boys
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who sing their way into our hearts.
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Backstreet's back, alright.
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And there's a toxic cloud hanging over;
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there's white noise on the screen.
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And there's a man in a hotel room
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assaulting a maid who just came to clean up the mess.
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Backstreet's back, alright.
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Like Ronald Reagan falling asleep forever more,
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dreaming of horses and
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dreaming of nuclear war.
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This is where we are tonight,
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everybody under survelliance from a satellite.
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You can be the first one on your block to die.
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And there's a plague of locusts upon us
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and there's a nightmare in the swarm.
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And there's a lion out in the desert
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slouching to Bethlehem to be born again.
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Backstreet's back, alright. Alright
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Jimmy Carter
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Electric Six |