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Spent Sunday morning in the air
Liquid lizards, laissez faire.
The Holy Cow on a gravy train
A little stain, so much pain.
Hey little angels drive on through
The Chicken killer smiles at you.
All steamed up on a video
It sure looks cool just like Hell below.
Can you believe it.
You gotta read it
'Cause it's all about you.
Can you believe
I'm down on my knees.
Tell me what can I do.
I looked at love on Channel 3
I just don't know who to believe
Johnny slapped her in the face
Turn the cheek, turn the page.
Boombox plays who get the joke
I can't help wondering what's the dope.
Goldfish bowl inside my head
Truth and lies hanging by a thread.