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Chelsea baby let's run away
to some third world country
exploit the workers, r*pe the land
get money for dope from your old man
Chelsea baby what's with your pops
each time I call, he sends the cops
meet me at the Crumbs' show tonight
pack your s**t. We'll be alright!
auntie tipper raided your underwear drawer
& burned your riot grrl shirt & called
you "wh*re" & playing the fascist p.m.r.c role
she wiped her b*tt with m.r.r
Chelsea hates her mom & Chelsea hates her dad
Chelsea hates the state she finds it very sad
so grab your s**t tonight & man
we'll flee & squat under a bridge in the florida keys