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Looking out Push the button Don't make the grade boy Don't ask for nothing Stupid people Think it's funny Dropping these bombs boy Looks who keeps on running I found a girl Not that nothing pleases She wants that I should be Exactly all that she says I make her lazy She makes me strong She won't believe it Till she hears it in a song Another night that kills The music heals Bring your own stereo They smoke banana peels You're going crazy But you don't care I left directions So I guess I'll meet you there Calendar girl Got something for Jesus She want to pa*s Him off As subject for her thesis He makes her crazy She thinks He's wrong I don't know what I think Till I put it in a song Entertainers We sleep till dawn We've got computers We leave them on Live in castles The richest bums We eat for free in town While smoking up the lawn