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Feed a Fever lyrics
Heard the news.
And I don't hear no more.
Sell your views from camera 4.
Take your cues.
Another FOX whore.
You know who you're working for.
That laughing gas.
You feed a fever.
Built to last.
Like a cockroach high on laughing gas.
You feed a fever - starve a cold.
Fed your views.
An I don't know no more.
Sell the news.
New abuse.
You big stock whore.
Chained up to the ruling kind and their laughing gas.
You feed a fever.
Jet to crash.
So, keep them high on all that laughing gas.
You feed a fever - starve a cold.
Laughing gas.
You feed a fever.
Spell to cast.
Elect your witches and their laughing gas.
You feed the masses what you're told.
You're a fever - I'm a cold.
And no one's sweating you out.
You feed them full of that laughing gas.
You're a fever - I'm a cold.
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- Track 10 on Hallelujah! I’m a Bum
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