He's sinking faster than a drowning man He'll grab a hold of anyone he can Gun in his poket and a heart of ham Uncle sam...
He's dying faster than a rabid dog Infect us all now he's losing blood Nose for trouble and a soul of rock Smokey's man...
Don't drag me down I don't wanna drown Your going down (hay) na na na na na na na na
There's not much flesh Just skin and bone Cheeks sunk deep Eyes popping wide Don't put out a hand to help him This drowning man will bite it right off Right off , right off , right off..
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He's selling faster than a magazine Infect us all with his tv screen
He's selling faster than a magazine Infect us all with his tv screen
He's selling faster than a magazine Infect us all with his tv screen
He's selling faster than a magazine Infect us all with his tv screen
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