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Don't Believe the Good News lyrics
Home from the party,
All your face
In blood and guts.
Smells like Christmas. (?)
Smells like dog shit.
To the problem child,
The problem smiles. (?)
Stepping on the one
Who always wins Defender.
Junk, stone
Still disabled.
Kicked in the ribs,
Hitting under the table.
Don't dare believe it.
Don't dare believe the news.
Don't dare believe the good news.
Hey Missle Commander,
No one understands you.
No one lifts a hand
Standing right in front of you.
And if I see you at the show,
Then I'll see you and you'll know.
Exactly where we stand in the back row.
Dreaming of the front row.
Walking all over our one true...
Don't dare believe it.
Don't dare believe the news.
Don't dare believe the good news.
Part of these releases
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- Track 11 on Speed of Cattle
- 10 Telepathic Traffic
- 12 Smokin' Pot in the Hot City
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- Track 3 on Harnessed in Slums
- 2 Telepathic Traffic
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- Track 3 on Vee Vee Disc 2
- 2 Telepathic Traffic
- 4 Smoking Pot in the Hot City
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