A poor little schoolboy who said ‘We don't need no lessons’
The rabid rebel dogs ransack the shampoo shop
The pop princess is downtown shooting up
And if that goddess is fit for burning
The sun will struggle up the world will still keep turning
A poor little schoolboy who said ‘We don't need no lessons’
The rabid rebel dogs ransack the shampoo shop
The pop princess is downtown shooting up
And if that goddess is fit for burning
The sun will struggle up the world will still keep turning
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I could smell the chemicals
She blinded me with science
Science!
I could smell the chemicals
She blinded me with science
Science!