Must be a factory somewhere
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Keeps on cranking them out
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Seems like they travel in pairs
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Not worth the trouble but too full of clout
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Somebody must play his game
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They get stuck in the here and now
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Lending and borrowing pain
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His fist, your face, you kiss the ground
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But he don't do nothing half way
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Complete this equation
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He needs justification
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Distaff affirmation
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To keep on crankin' it out
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We could build cell on cell
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Mainline him straight to hell
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But that would not dispel
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Violent men, hard-headed women, unloved children
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Must be a garden somewhere
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Keeps on sending them down
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Big eyes, big teeth, big hair
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Ready to breed with the nearest clown
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She has the will to complain
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But something won't let her
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Break free of the tether
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Even though she knows better
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She just can't figure it out
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We can prescribe for pain
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Have her declared insane
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Even all this won't change
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Violent men, hard-headed women, unloved children
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We let them find their own way
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While everyone chooses
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To ignore the abuses
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We've all got excuses
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We keep on, keep on cranking them out
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And nobody has the time
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To look at the great design
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But they're all from the same bloodline
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Violent men, hard-headed women, unloved children
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Unloved Children
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Todd Rundgren |