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N.Y. Stars lyrics
The stock is empty in our eyeball store
All we got left, a few cataracts and sores
The faggot mimic machine never had an ides
Mission impossible, they self destruct on fear
On a standard N.Y. night ghouls go to see their so called 'stars'
A fairly stupid thing, to pay five bucks for a fourth rate imitation
They say ' I'm so empty, no surface, no depth
Oh please, can't I be you, your personality's so great.'
Like new buildings, square, tall and the same
I'm just waiting for them to hurry up and die
It's really getting to crowed here
Help me N.Y. stars
Contributions accepted all the same
We need new people store
Remember, we're very good at games
The stock is empty in our eyeball store
All we got left, a few cataracts and sores
The faggot mimic machine never had an ides
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- Track 4 on Original Album Classics Disc 4
- 3 Baby Face
- 5 Kill Your Sons
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- Track 4 on Sally Can’t Dance
- 3 Baby Face
- 5 Kill Your Sons
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