My only crime born under a bad sign astrolo-teen for the number 13,
my own time zone makes them stay away,
nobody was born on my birthday, yeah!
Jean Dixon is scratching out my eyes.
Baby don't you worry about the who you're supposed to love lies,
'cause i'm the one you should see,
i'm the other one, number 13!
My birthstone is all eroded,
my baby food was a sugar-coated,
my first words were all sore-throated,
my lullaby was shouted loud, yeah!
S.S. Exploder is all about tomorrow.

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