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Mojo Nixon
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Burn Down The Malls
Lyricist:Mojo Nixon
Burn down the malls Burn down the malls Burn down the shoppin' malls
I said burn down the malls Said burn down the shoppin' malls Burna, burna, burna, burna, down shoppin' malls
Hey, you ever get the feelin' That America is turning into some kinda sit-com? Lowest common denominator Shopping mall marketing strategy from hell
You ever get that feeling Well, I got that feeling right now And it's kinda getting under my skin Yeah, so get some gas-o-line and
Burn down the malls, say it Burn down the malls louder Burn down the malls
You know it just started out as a kind of corner store Then it turned into a shopping center Oh, I remember the shoppin' center openings man They used to have those big lights shinin' up But now
Now, where do the old folks go? Where do the young kids go? What's America, what's America turning into? Mondo-condo-shopping-mall-hell I say
Burn down the malls Burn down the malls Burn down the malls
Nero had the right idea, fiddle while you burn Now another thing is kinda gettin' on my nerves Another thing that's kinda gettin' on my nerves is this National 21 drinking age
Huh, what do ya think about that? A bunch of malarkey, whatever malarkey is man It's a whole bunch of it Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
You know if Reagan finally gets the war he''s lookin' for You think he's gonna be draftin' 21 year olds? No man they're gonna be draftin' 18 and 19 year olds But ya can't buy beer
You can get married and screw yourself up real good But ya can't buy beer Ya can charge 8 million dollars on the master charge But ya can't buy beer
You can vote for one fool or another But ya can't buy beer 'Cause this is America America that's run by the lowest common denominator The money
How many units did ya move Mojo? How many things of apple juice did ya sell? C'mon suckers, c'mon feel it
Burn down the malls Burn down the malls Burn down the malls
Alright all you weirdo's out there All you moralistic twisted evil little icepickers You say, 'We wanna censor rock and roll' We wanna decide what you read What you watch, what you listen to Ooo, ooo, ooo, Mr. Falwell, oooh, Miss Tipper Gore
Wait till I got you on the floor We gonna tie you up inside of a shopping mall Then we're gonna, then we're gonna We're gonna have a war on drugs A war on drugs
We outta have a war on war you suckers We outta have a war On this senseless condominium New car hell
Burn down the malls Burn down the malls Burn down the malls
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