The man in the corner of this picture has a sinister purpose
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In the teeming Temple of the Railroad Kings
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He's planting a trashy paperback book for accidental purchase
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Containing all the secrets of life and other useless things
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But I can't bring myself to look
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Wake up Zombie write yourself another book
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You want to scream and shout my little flaxen lout
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Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over
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She sleeps with the shirt of a late, great country singer
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Stretched out on her poor jealous husband's pillow
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In time you can turn these obsessions into careers
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While the parents of those kidnapped children start the bidding
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for their tears
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But I can't bring myself to look
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Wake up Zombie
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Get yourself off the book
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You want to scream and shout my little waxen lout
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Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over
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Forget about Beethoven, Rembrandt and rock and roll
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Forget about Mickey Mouse, Marlboro and Coca Cola
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Forget about Cadillac, Mercedes and Toyota
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Forget about Buddha, Allah, Jesus and Jehovah
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Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over
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Any day now a giant insect mutation
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Will swoop down and devour the white man's burden
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Starting out with all of the sensitive ones
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Better make like a fly if you don't want to die
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Look out there goes Gordon
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But I can't bring myself to think
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Wake up Zombie
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Kick up a big stink
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You want to scream and shout my little Saxon lout
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Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over
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Hurry Down Doomsday (The Bugs Are Taking Over)
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Elvis Costello |