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I heard a siren sing On a dogwood tire swing And I watched my neighbors play Don't count the years today Take back and survive it Rocking chair I sensed your animal rights to die there Count the fingers that are down, down And I hate the big time, hate the downtown Loaded heavy as a finance truck Faces follow, please don't call my luck A shriveled prune nailed to a chair The bitter pits that never care They ruined your likeness Rocking chair I sensed your animal rights to die there Count the fingers that are down, down, down, down, down And I hate the big time, hate the downtown I hate the city, hate the downtown I hate the city, hate the downtown I hate the city, hate the downtown I hate the city, hate the downtown
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Credits
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- Bitch Magnet