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Who's gonna teach you how to dance?
Who's gonna show you how to fly?
Who's gonna call you on the lame dopesmokin', slackin' little sucker you are?
Channel flippin' slackin' little sucker
Lazy little channel flippin' sucker
Who's gonna get you from behind?
Who's gonna ring your little bell?
Who's gonna con you into buying thattelevision fake revolution they sell?buying that peanut butter fake revolution theysell?
When are you gonna blow the game?
When are you gonna blow the screen?
When you gonna tell that their crap doesn'twash and you've found away to make your own dreams?
Yeah, their crap doesn't wash and you'vefound a way to make yourself scream
Well I've died a million times, and I've pickedmy culture well
And I'll build myself again, they can all now goto----hell.I'm never gonna work another day in my life
The Gods told me to relax, they said I'mgonna get fixed up right
I'm never gonna work another day in my life
I'm way too busy powertripping, but I'm gonnashed you some light
Who's gonna teach you how to dance?
Who's gonna show you how to fly?
When you get tired of their crap, baby, moveover hereand maybe buy some of mine
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