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Screw this, you’re just a bucket of bolts.
You turn me on, but you’ve got the remote.
Built one night for summer lovin’—
Two lamps, one fridge, and a toaster oven.
This metal box is mighty cold.
My baby’s got brains, but she ain’t got soul.
Load up Windows ’95.
My god, Igor! It’s alive!
Crash like Nascar every night.
Most things never turn out alright.
Alright!
Turf that disc and start again.
I’m going digging in the bargain bin.
I’m a real piece of tin and I like your cans.
Ain’t no machine make me feel like a man.
This metal box is mighty cold.
My baby’s got brains, but she ain’t got (the) soul!
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Miss Teen America
03:11
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Show us how you did that trick.
Made yourself the one to pick.
Stylish and graceful, too.
Hopeless millions want to be you.
Miss Teen America
Tanning in Valencia.
Stop me when I’m orange enough.
Empty is the head that wears the crown,
Bringing everybody, everybody
Down to the stage to hear your song—
Sounds so right, but feels so wrong.
Miss Teen America
There goes Lady Liberty.
Struttin’ it in her evening wear,
She says, “Please see me for who I am…”
I’m a parrot and a patriot,
But more importantly,
I’m a pretty big deal.
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Death in Monaco
02:25
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I’ve had my fill of this condition.
I was born on the wrong side of the ocean.
You need to get your life in order.
What’s the point in putting up a border?
We should take a vacation and never come back—
Never come home.
Oh, death in Monaco
At the old Monte Carlo,
Life is… Life is a casino.
And I would double down on you,
And we’ll just win and win until we lose,
And cash in our chips together.
I feel richer already.
Oh, death in Monaco
If you like the sunrise,
We’ll find a view over the lake.
And if you like the night-life,
We can tell the sun to stay away.
Since I’m dreaming anyway,
Just a backdrop for fantasy.
Oh, death in Monaco.
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Black Lagoon
02:24
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Manny Monsanto and a couple of dudes,
Herbie Halliburton and the BP crew
Round up the liners for a cruise down south,
Flexing their muscle and running their mouth.
Waho, doing what I want.
Trashin’ the tropics is a grand old time.
Buy a week of partying for just one dime.
Buy up all your sugar and turn it to soda.
Poured it on the ground ‘cause they wanted to show ya.
Ain’t no crime when you pay for the law.
Better turn your head, didn’t see what you saw.
Wait a second boys, who’s watchin' the wheel?
Black Lagoon was a chemical spill.
We run the Gulf of Mexico.
We run the world now, didn’t you know?
We run the banks and the NSA.
We got the ball and you gotta play.
Ain’t no crime when you pay for the law.
Better turn your head, didn’t see what you saw.
Wait a second boys, who’s watchin' the wheel?
Black Lagoon was a chemical spill.
Ain’t no seat at the G8.
Ain’t no fingerprints at the Watergate.
Do your dealin’ in the backroom,
Putting pressure with the blue line goons.
Manny Monsanto and a couple of dudes,
Herbie Halliburton and the BP crew
Round up the liners for a cruise down south,
Flexing their muscle and running their mouth.
Ain’t no crime when you pay for the law.
Better turn your head, didn’t see what you saw.
Wait a second boys, who’s watchin' the wheel?
Black Lagoon was a chemical spill.
Waho, doing what I want.
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