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I'm gonna get a Campbell's soup can A big old canvas and an easel stand Do its portrait in plastic paint Soup can art... what vision! How quaint
Snap your fingers, make it clean Like a robot dance machine Chacha-cha, 2-3-4 More is less, but less is more
I don't think a rock band should Know how to play instruments It's old fashioned and besides I can't relate to it politically
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See a junkie that's a rockin' star Paint his picture by a 50's car When he dies young they'll call him a saint Then sell his soul on a photo plate
Punch left, right, circle round Listen up, shimmy down Point to heaven, point to hell Stomp on the devil, now do it well
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Hi. I'm looking for the audition You play reeds man? No, I don't read man Oh, you a reed man That's right, that's right, Don Reid Donna Reed? Yeah. I'd love to learn!
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Pain makes art that's what you think I've suffered, huh! I've been-on-the-brink Pain makes shit, that's what I say Romantic notions, they made me pay
Step forward, side, touch his face Kisses on a private place Take a trip around the world Get your shots first, do it girl!
What you put out will come back round A heavy circle but very sound Time goes forward but your mind looks back The art of living's an elusive knack
Step forward, back through the doors The pentacle's on the disco floor Take your partner's waist in your hands Rock it nasty like a stone age man!
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