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Sometimes the news is like a loud hum in my amplifier
It rings my head out like a filthy washcloth
With little folds - thousands of little folds
The shit you hear at parties
Kick in the idiot box
Wait for the news in the history books
Like junkies who hate their heroin
It rings my head out like a filthy washcloth
With little folds - thousands of little folds
The shit you hear at parties
Kick in the idiot box
Wait for the news in the history books
Like junkies who hate their heroin
Lyrics submitted by The Minuteman
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