Faster faster on your feet
You have to dodge the sick
And now its all gone wrong
Brother John can't fix it
We dress cheap
We dress tacky
We dance for thrills
Our night out
I never complain
It never gets you anywhere
It's always the same
Push
My halo slips over my eyes
My nice dress rips and
Hey Punka - Hey
How yer doin
Hey Punka - Hey
Are you
I'm working on a new insult
Send it straight to you
I'm
As if i've ever been wrong,In my whole life,As if
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