Lyrics:
needed to talk and dance The White Labelers arrived Santa Pola At the same time he gave up Coca-Cola Captain Winston is going to the drugstore Lookin’
on the scene Oh you wicked puppeteer I see your hidden hands… oh dear Dishing out your shoddy set of wings Keeping your puppies held on strings Labeler
Like a labeler prom bars I'm about to start caring about paper And keep my yells-low like an EA cartridge for Sega stay Tyler Durden But leave my job
at staples I was sold a defective labeler I had to call my boy in you know Detective Stabler Your mother's a cat, your mother's a cat I'm the reason your body
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