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Down at the arsenal they keep the nerve gasses |
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Guarded day and night by caged white rabbits |
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Been sitting there for years |
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I'm gonna have at it |
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I cut through the fence, run right in and grab it |
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Go crazy crazy crazy crazy: |
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Now I got my own mustard gas in my pocket |
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Climb on a tree on a branch and drop it |
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On a country club full of Saturday golfers |
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So I can watch them die chokin' shakin'in convulsions |
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Go crazy crazy crazy crazy |
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Crazy crazy crazy crazy: |
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Chemical Warfare Chemical Warfare |
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Chemical Warfare Warfare Warfare |
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Panic in the air |
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See the headless chickens runnin' |
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Golf carts head on crashin' |
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Crackin' heads wide open |
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Scratch the grass, mister, you can't breath |
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And roll and writhe in a sandtrap |
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Starting to heave |
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Claw those clubs, lemme see you seethe |
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Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy |
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Chemical Warfare Chemical Warfare |
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Chemical Warfare Warfare Warfare |
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Yellow air |
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Yellow clouds |
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Blowin' down down down the fairway |
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Sensitive to the touch |
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Mowin' down the putting green |
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Heading straight for the big clubhouse |
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Where the stuffed country club |
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Effervescent ladies, so carefree |
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Relax, pose by the pool |
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Limber limp with a dry martini |
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Until |
