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They're gonna shit in your music
Then sell it to you
And spiders feast on top of the hill
where little men in white shirts
always keep those carpets clean
and their satellite phones continue killing time

five holes in your head
is anything going to get through
living in a box, is money killing you
we want another fee
gobble gobble gobble gimme
America's a baby that eats everything
but she won't give it for free no more

plastic dolls that close the eyelids
filled with water for fake diapers
no fragile little bags of meat
to pump the lack of blood
another day and we're gonna be
a sea of plastic baloney

Lyrics submitted by joelm

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