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Well you've got everthing that you could possilby need. You've gotyour fast red car. You've got your lines of speed. You've got an officeof your own and your fax machine and lots of tacky clothes for whenyou make that scene. You've got some famous friends that owe youlots of bucks. You know you've got your complaints about how it's allsuch a rut and when you go to sleep, down in your big round bed,you've got your visions of dollar signs dancing in your head.
Cruising the clubs with the label man, you've got the CMJ in yoursweaty little hands and we'll go round and round searching for thelatest thing to make the little girls wet and the cash registers ring andwe got lots of bands and we got lots of friends and we got lots of powerto shape the latest trends so won't you come on down and sell yoursoul to me 'cuz though I know you're naive you didn't think this wasfree, did you?"
You've got, what I want, it's blood."
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