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Green eyes and chromium trailsstuck down in Selma jails
I change my mantra to remote control
She's got the two-step downin every honkey-tonk in town
He's gonna drive a big rigto try and crush the Man
I call him cheeba because he'salive with the power of Satanand all the fresh girls like the waythat he staggers aroundhe says his fingers are made fromthe flesh of his soulless invadersand he's the coolest kid in theworld to hang around
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