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When too much beauty numbs the mind,
when what you see ain't what you get,
when digging deeper what you find,
is skeletones best left behind...

We go CRASH! into the sun.
Ain't enough bullets in this here gun!
We got cash! Now who's talking trash?
Jumping up and down on the bus downtown.
We are brash---we all fall down.
We take out our brains
and shake 'em all around!
It's a gas---a real kick in the pants!
Everywhere we go
we bring the house down shouting;

"Hoo-hoo! Who do you know and do you
BLOOOOW MINDS?"

When what the monkey see the monkey do,
some fool's checking out the chump in you.
They got magic hoops for jumping through.
You let some space case say false is true,

and we go CRASH! into the sun.
Ain't enough bullets in this here gun.
We got cash! Now who's talking trash?
Jumping up and down and the bus downtown.
We are brash! We all fall down.
We take out our brains and shake 'em all around!
It's a gas! A real kick in the pants!
Everywhere we go we bring the house down shouting:

"Hoo-hoo! Who do you know and do you
BLOOOOW MINDS?"

The further you go,
the deeper it gets.
With so much to remember,
it's fun to forget.
Surrender your mind
to life's sweet blindfold.
Hey, don't think twice,
just do as you're told!

Go on and CRASH! into the sun!
AIn't enough bullets in this here gun!
We got cash! Now who's talking trash?
Jumping up and down and the bus downtown.
We are brash! We all fall down.
We take out our brains and shake 'em all around!
It's a gas! A real kick in the pants!
Everywhere we go we bring the house down shouting:

"Hooo-hoo! Who do you know and do you
BLOOOW MINDS?"

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