.All the southern fried boys wind up greased
And burn to buy the west coast store the east
They tatter their clothes and drown in irony
Robbed of something young, thus incomplete
They fade into the liberal bourgeoisie
Their hatred now inflamed to stoke your daughter's screams.
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