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Neighbors/Wilma/Homer's Anger lyrics
Four thousand bikes met a force of seven
Fourth of July was the time
In a town called Hollister
At the uphill climb
Poor Jack Kerouac, riding with his paperback Camus
In the pocket of his army fatigues
It's kind of hard to spend your time
Keeping cans of soup in line
When you've been the waist gunner
On a B.17 singing
Anger Incorporated
Anger
Anger Incorporated
Anger
Whoever you are
They will scare
No friend of hoodlums anywhere
Like John Dillinger, number one
Crime crazy filthiness all rolled into one
Born in the shadow of the Booze fighters
In tiny bars and up all nighters
Terrorizing the local staff
Cool and crazy
Two wheeled Luftwaffe
Four thousand bikes met a force of seven
Fourth of July was the time
Part of these releases
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- Track 7 on The Best Years of Our Lives
- 6 Fred Asleep
- 8 Homer Goes Upstairs
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