We're on line and we're fine but we're out of time
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not a crime, it's a sign by the grace of god goes I
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could it be that you see one of your family insanity
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affecting the paternity of your family tree
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there's your dad
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look at him over there, he's looking sad.
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getting round, round the town, now you're going down
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to that place it's the case you barely recognise the face
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There he is, looking in to the garbage bin
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with a grin, he's not so thin.
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Could it be, that it's plain to see... a lobotomy
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there's your dad
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look at him over there, he's looking sad.
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there's your dad
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why don't you go and talk to him, he's not that bad
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DAD
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if you haven't the time when he's running wild to
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to confide in the man that has got the master plan
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well you won't be alone you'll have kids of your own
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and then what's to be said when you have
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to rest your head on a newspaper bed
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There's your dad
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| Frenzal Rhomb |
