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Текст (слова) песни: Dead Kennedys - Buzzbomb from Pasadena
Buzzbomb buzzbomb macho-mobile
The roads my slave, thats how I feel
I cruise alone, I cruise real far
Shoo young punk! I love my car
Cross nevada at a 110
Highway 50 and theres nobody there
Sign says, next sign 30 miles!
My pension comes
Each penny saved buys more escape from home
Id rather carouse around all day
Than move into a home
Plow through rest area san-o-lets
Splat goes the lonely salesman
Still wanking in the mens room
Buzzbomb buzzbomb tape up loud
Lawrence welk cranked up to 10
Faster faster in my car
Buzzbomb is my pride and joy
King of the trailer court
Waiting for a nice young man
Wholl love me for my car
Who tells me why Im cool
Tells me just what I like
When I pretend hes here
Shred through palm springs across the golf course
Cops round here scratching their heads
Flashing sirens, state patroluh oh
Theyre scuffing up the side of my car
Theyre shooting out my tires
This aint no way to go to heaven
Buzzbomb cornered at the 7-11
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