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I'm pulling the pavement from under my nails
I brush past a garden, dependent on whales
The sloping companion I cast down the ash
Yanked on my tunic and dangled my stash
Zipping through the forest with the curdling fleas
To grow with them spindles, the mutant I seize
I capture the dread beast who falls to his knees
And cries to his cohorts, asleep in the trees
Smegma, dogmatagram, fishmarket stew
Police in a corner, gunnin' for you
Appletoast, bedheated, furblanket rat
Laugh when they shoot you, say
"Please don't do that"
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Tense atmosphere in the air
Riot written everywhere
Riot squads coming from over there
Time to go home if you're square
Riot squad, bash their heads
Kick their ass until they're dead
I want to be a fascist pig
Love to fight, what a thrill
We don't stop until we kill
I want to be a fascist pig
Throw a bottle in the air
Put them up to their dare
We'll just laugh while they stare
Let them hit us, see if we care!
Get attacked by them
You'll never heal
They'll rob your conscience
Your sanity they'll steal
They'll beat your brains until they spil
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Written by Earl Shuman, Alden Shuman and Marshall Brown
(As recorded by Patsy Cline 8/24/61)
Seven lonely days make one lonely week
Seven lonely nights make one lonely me
Ever since the time you told me we were thru
Seven lonely days I cried and I cried for you
Oh, my darlin' you're cryin', boo-hoo-hoo-hoo
There's no use in denyin' I cried for you
It was your favorite pastime, makin' me blue
Last week was the last time I cried for you
Seven hankies blue I filled with my tears
Seven letters, too, I filled with my fears
Guess it never pays to mak
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You took me runnin' up a wrong way street.
When we got there, you said, "Can't you read ?"
I must be blind, but now and then I see
Another number where mine used to be.
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You keep on changin' your face, like a Chameleon.
You keep on changing your face like a Chameleon.
I say what's up, and then you say it's down.
I see triangles, and you say it's round, round, round.
Saw an empty glass; you said it's full.
Lord, it's so hot, then you come on cool, cool.
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