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The Damned Idiot Box

t waste my time just turn on to "whats my line" richard lloyd you hear us knock you sure have wrote "the golden shot" (chorus) old fred smith works froma box

the golden stars People standing in the rain Just to see that screen Verlaine Supersonic I'll come back soon 'Cause all we got is unlucky moon Old friend Smith works for the box

I live life like I'm playing a game of X-box I don't give a fuck if I die or get caught There I am, god-damn, everything was smooth I woke up with a bloody

be a Marine with a clean sword and blue uniform, it only takes a dollar and a dream and I abide great idiot box power supply, fuzz vapor, black out of

murder [Turtle Banxx] now I roll like minutes and foes with killers that fold idiotic motherfuckers smokin 'dro by the O's more by the box so whats this

it, Jay-Z versus Reed Richards Imagine Mr Fantastic and Hova goin' at it, Jigga spits like an automatic Click click click, it's over damn it Any static