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I believe I'm gonna Shut down my chakras, shift Shiva offa my shelf Take down my tie dyes, my Tibetan bells Cool down my carma with a can of O.P.T.

us feel so fine with a hit of Socialism In The Mainline.] Bourgeois parlimentarianism, the highest state of society. (No way) Third World debt, Third World exploitation. (Damn) What a

just to be on the run You've a heart that burns with a fever You've got a worried and a jealous mind How can a love that'll last forever Leave me so

I was unwell, He said "My Boy, You all shot to hell. I'm gon' write you a prescription, For some pure heroin" But I traded that sucker, For a 6 pack

way day by day in the congregation Hustilin for a dollar here, a dollar there, Bringing it all back to the all powerful, all mighty, all wise, D. W.a

Forty days you've been tired and tempted, Forty nights you've been out in the cold, Every phoneline conversation's been intercepted, And you can't

, yeah sometimes the light don't shine you and me baby gonna get rehabilitated well ah, hey, I went down to N.A. business was a bouncin' like back in

All I really gotta do is live and die But I'm in a hurry and don't know why Oh, I hear a voice That says I'm running behind Better pick up my pace It's a

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