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Drag on a fag, pick up the crumbs,
All the little insults get too much for some,
Fix up your fave, harpoon your hair,
All the little vanitites keep you from despair;
Will of iron, can it break.
Freedom from hunger is a piece of cake,
Turn on the T.V., shoot another snack,
Suburban refugees from a calorie attack.
(Chorus)
Ain't you got no true love waiting for you?
Ain't you got no true love waiting?
Eat city's gonna get you.
Walk in the street, pack it in your face,
The weight, dear doctor, is in the wrong place
Put on the T.V., shoot another snack,
Suburban refugees from a calorie attack.
(Chorus)
Drag on a fag, pick up the crumbs,
All the little insults get too much for some,
Turn on the T.V., shoot another snack,
Suburban refugees from a calorie attack.
Ain't you got no true love waiting for you?
Ain't you got no true love waiting for you?
Ain't you got no true love waiting for you?
Ain't you got no true love waiting?
Eat city's gonna get you!
All the little insults get too much for some,
Fix up your fave, harpoon your hair,
All the little vanitites keep you from despair;
Will of iron, can it break.
Freedom from hunger is a piece of cake,
Turn on the T.V., shoot another snack,
Suburban refugees from a calorie attack.
(Chorus)
Ain't you got no true love waiting for you?
Ain't you got no true love waiting?
Eat city's gonna get you.
Walk in the street, pack it in your face,
The weight, dear doctor, is in the wrong place
Put on the T.V., shoot another snack,
Suburban refugees from a calorie attack.
(Chorus)
Drag on a fag, pick up the crumbs,
All the little insults get too much for some,
Turn on the T.V., shoot another snack,
Suburban refugees from a calorie attack.
Ain't you got no true love waiting for you?
Ain't you got no true love waiting for you?
Ain't you got no true love waiting for you?
Ain't you got no true love waiting?
Eat city's gonna get you!
Lyrics submitted by TheDirge
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I like this song and its stabbing at the fat, useless hags of the world regardless of age. Doc Neeson (singer) was a renowned hater of the female. Some would say misogynist, but that's too clinical and modern. His was an innate repulsion for their 'wickedness'. Sometimes we forget our own emotional origins until they strike out and back in a forceful reminder of our human incapacities.
This song reminds us ALL TOO CLEARLY.