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(J. Rotten, P. Cook, Jones, G. Matlock)
An imitation from New Yorkyou're made in Japan from cheese and chalkyou're hippy tarts herocos you put on a bad showoh don't it show
Still oh out on those pills
Oh do you remember
You think it's swell playing Max's Kansasyou're looking bored and you're acting flashwith nothing in your gut you betterkeep yer mouth shut youbetter keep yer mouth shutin a rut
Still oh out on those pills
Oh do the sambo
Four years on you still look the same
I think about timeyou changed your brainyou're just a pile of shit .you're coming to this .ya poor little faggot
You're sealed with a kiss
Kiss me
Think it's swell playing in Japan
When everybody knows Japan is a dishpanyou're just a pile of shityou're coming to thisyou poor litle faggotyou're sealed with a kiss
Still out out on those pillscheap thrills
Anadins Aspros anything
You're condemned to eternal bull-shit
You're sealed with a kiss
Kiss me
A kiss a kissyou're sealed with a kiss
A looking for a kissyou're coming to this
I wanna kiss
You do just about anythingoh kiss this
Eh boy
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