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Worked out the corrugation
With his thumbs and knuckles too
You started humble
And ended justifiably huge
Oh, fuck you, you never wanted to
You just got it once, two, three, forever fried
No one here gets out alive
You were once foil fresh
Wrapped around your cigarettes
Sixty-seven you were born
March the eighth, eighth
This inspiration was passed through
What was guilt has become you
Nine times out of ten
The child resins
Nine times out of ten
Or so they say
Eleven foot tall and a ton of tons
The dull lead glow of so much fun
It's a beautiful thing
To get across the tracks
To get across the tracks
And bomb them all
Nine times out of ten
The child resins
Nine times out of ten
Or so the experts say
As we go into the slow acoustic tiling
Into the slow acoustic tiling
Into the slow
Woo
Canadian clove, zombie tin
Show me the drugs in your mum's room
This was a thing when I was twelve
When I was twelve
When I was twelve
Ooh
Nine times out of ten
The child resins
Nine times out of ten
Or so they say
Nine times out of ten
Or so, wow, they say
As we go into the slow acoustic tiling
Into the slow acoustic tiling
Into the slow acoustic tiling
How else do you put it?