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Screeching Weasel Kill The Musicians

You think you've got something over some kinda thing over me Well there's going to come a day when I can leave it all behind If you'd open up your eyes

the time she wasted with me and with him Celena says she's tired of spending so much of her precious time watchin' me while I watch Benny Hill And countin' every minute that I kill

I need therapy I need therapy I need therapy oh yeah I need therapy I need therapy oh yeah My girlfriend left today When I said "But I love you babe"

I got a little lisp and I've been working on my limp wrist Women are a drag and I think I wanna be a faggot now A mincing ninny A prancing fairy merry

Mary was a girl with a cause She was simply fed up Mary moved out to Berkeley And stuck pins,, her face as a sort of statement Against oppression of

If you need a place to stay Welcome to the punk house It's a party every day Living in a punk house Stay awhile and sit and smoke a cigarette La la la

If you've ever question beliefs that you hold you're not alone But you oughtta realize that every myth is a metaphor in the case of Christianity and Judaism

Oh say can you see the star spangled banner flying? Can you see everyone holding hands and brightly smiling? Well I can see rioting and I see bodies in

The white girl, living in the big city In a big apartment house She's living with her boyfriend now She drives off every day for school and work She