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it dangles from his lips the scorn hangs like a cigarette he hasn't even met me yet shock the monkey make it funky doesn't mean a thing the wax museum breathes it slithers out of taxicabs a generation up for grabs sell the rumor sense of humor doesn't mean a thing kamikaze fashion zombies on the prowl scared to death of letting their defenses down very very plastic scary suicide you're undercooked and overtried and andy' on the phone keep pretending that you mean it i'll pretend that i believe it wish to god that i was back at home wish to god that i was back at home we sold the factory down the river years ago don't pretend you didn't know kept the poses overdoses didn't mean a thing mickey mouse meets mister brownstone in the john so exciting grab a partner carry on it fizzes in my ear sparkles like a disco ball i find myself inside it all i'm not above it i know i love it never miss a thing i never miss a thing