Ba da bing
Ba da boom
Ba da bing
Ba da boom
Oh it's a typical sign
Oh but they're no friends of mine
Oh the days are feeling so cold
But fire is coming out from my nose
When you're really tough kid
You never go to the store
Because Greenbush bootlegger's hooch
Was the shit 'til the war
Oh it's a typical sign
Oh burn it down for a dime
Ba da bing
Ba da boom
Ba da bing
Ba da boom
How many lives passed
before these roads were paved
Folks that really give a shit
are either dead or enslaved
Marshmallow wings flew
too close to the sun
Succulent tormented beast
stacked up high on the bun
Oh my words all drift into sayings
War never solved hunger payings
Oh it's a typical sign
Oh burn it down for a dime
Oh it's a typical sign
Oh but they're no friends of mine
Oh the days are feeling so cold
Fire is crawling out of my nose
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