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Don’t have to tell me that life ain’t fair,
I lost twelve of my very best men in there.
Well hold on,
Hold on to your curse,
This story is depressing and it’s gonna get worse.

I gotta know what the man on the street thinks,
I wanna drink what the man on the beach drinks.
Need a security perimiter with venetian blinds,
An emergency meeting of the meeting of the minds!

Can’t see the forest, through the trees,
I make my living in American cheese!
Bringing everybody, to their knees,
So have another slice of American cheese!
But I know it’d be better,
With gouda or cheddar!

Oh!

Now there’s fifty dead actresses,
Lying in your wake,
So have another piece of chicken,
Have a piece of steak,
Well be nice,
Lover be nice to me,
‘Cos there’s an evil army comin’ that we just can’t see.
I gotta feel everything that I can’t feel,
I got a steal when I went with the meal deal.
I’ve got a nasty heart
And forgive these sins
And pass all my curse to the next of kin,

Can’t see the forest, through the trees,
I make my living in American cheese!
Bringing everybody, to their knees,
So have another slice of American cheese!
I’m not an italian fella,
But I like mozerella!
Oh!

This conversation is just a time-killer, time-filler
Taking its toll upon my heart! (Taking its toll upon my heart)
This corperation is just a feed-biller, seed-spiller
Hell bent on tearing us apart (hell bent on tearing us apart)
The pop king of the nation
Died from painkillers long after Thriller
They sell his music at K-Mart (they sell his music at K-Mart)
Going station to station looking for Ben Stiller, getting Phyllis Diller

Now to lets go back the start (now to lets go back the start)
This conversation is just a time-killer, time-filler