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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
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Party with me, punker!
Party with me, punker!
In a condo
In an air raid shelter
In a photo booth
The fascist pogo
Party with me, punker!
Party with me, punker!
With napalm
With marijuana
With a clenched fist
With the history of the world
Party with me, punker!
Party with me, punker!
Party with me, punker!
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Badges?
We don't need no badges.
We don't need no stinkin' badges.
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There's a hanging in Turkey
Two necks in a noose
One's a rightist
The other's a leftist
What the fuck?
Fanatics
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Johnny grabbed a gun
Ack ack ack ack
Johnny grabbed a gun
Ack ack ack ack
Like this
Ack ack ack ack
Like this
Ack ack ack ack
All the papers write about Johnny
All the radios shout his name
He grabbed a gun and shot me down
Ack ack ack ack
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