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The Damned Fun Factory

fun factory (Fun factory) Life is not all that conjours Just grin and turn the dial Well it's me it's obscene Lets scream Fun factory Let

Believing there must be far more Than nine to five, the factory floor? Countless thousands watched their dreams Corrupted into things obscene By money minded bastards who Don't give a damn

still the same I wake up early in the morning My face still streaming My heart's still burning Oh my god what could it be Is it deep love or is it just me Damn

me, Nick Gain way, Nick I'll miss you less than I can say, Nick Have fun with all the little boys along the route I'll get the mansion and the factory

the broccoli in the napkin, for your electric paradesio after the parent crashes, and i'm high on ion jitters,call it a prime directive of the damned

wrapped the broccoli in the napkin, for your electric paradesio after the parent crashes, and i'm high on ion jitters,call it a prime directive of the damned