We're in a great deal of trouble
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for just a wee bit of fun.
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Upon kissing the princess
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she turned into a stun gun.
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The young ones wait in the fields,
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hoping that their Detroit will heal.
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It's amazing how sentimental they get
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when they realize
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We're taking it away.
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God knows who build Rome today.
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Seating Ceaser in the mezzanine,
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his cloak is soaked in methylene blue-
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plate special in the red light district.
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I went from post-modern protege
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to post modern passe.
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Wretched from the get go
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passion's so retro.
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Big spenders stand down,
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The fashion of forgo has taken the town.
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We're in a great deal of trouble
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for just a we bit of fun.
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Upon taking to the skies
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we burnt up in the sun.
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The standards at the office have been
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changed;
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A sneaky pack has been arranged.
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If you prefer insurance to the plague
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then take it out. Put it away
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Born in a bang in a house up in flames.
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The dead snake system remains.
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Rome
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Les Savy Fav |