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Do you want to scrimp and save for your last vacation
In the Big Lonely
Are you working all day just to fill another grave
In the Big Lonely

Are you giving all your money to fire and blood
In the Big Lonely
Is there social security left for Elmer Fudd
In the Big Lonely

It's the place where the girls never really want to dance
You know the Big Lonely
They're all waiting for that prince with the golden underpants
In the Big Lonely

Lonely as a heart attack on a desert island
could it ever be that this is your land, this is my land
Cause I've been kicked and I've been down, and watched my neighbours smiling

This the place where everyone
Is always guilty of something
The lawyers keep on writing songs
that the politicians sing

Have you ever been dismayed trying to get a date
In the Big Lonely
Was it your bad breath or an out of style cape
In the Big Lonely

Have you ever been arrested just for crossing the street
In the Big Lonely
We've got 57 laws just for vagrancy
In the Big Lonely

Don't you know what's coming next
In the Big Lonely
We're banning every type of sex
In the Big Lonely

Don't blame the cops or the FBI
They're 'just following orders' like a N.A.Z.I.
They've gotta blow up daycares for their pensions in the sky
Yeah, It kind of hurts me to ask why

Don't blame the children you grew in the eighties
The stranger danger generation can never make friends
The dukes weren't as hazardous as adam's great bear
I guess different strokes means different ends

"I have the power" says the hero to his sword
This is my brain on your television words
"Just say no" and all that "bad touch"
We're all brain dead alcoholics, life hurts so damn much

hey you guys yeah i'm talking to you
it's zoom zoomah zoom when all the hippies are glue
yeah it's hard to find buddies and hard to find lovers
who don't really care what your bathing suit covers

There's little time for regrets and nobody has reprieve
You're soon gonna need a permit just to leave
From the Big Lonely

Everyone's opinion is that no-one gets to speak
You might even call it love, but your heart has sprung a leak
In the Big Lonely

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