Tekster: Cracker. Kerosene Hat. Get Off This.

All these cats with holy jeans
Dirty hair and titty rings
Say, what's your scene, man?
We got these questions

Is it true that you have sold your soul?
I say hey man, I don't know
Lend me a quarter, won't you
I'll call my accountant

Let's get off this, and get on with it
If you wanna change the world
Shut your mouth and start to spin it
Get off this, get on with it
If you wanna change the world
Shut your mouth and start this minute

Petty little Ayatollahs come around
To judge and stone ya
All we're trying to do is make a fortune
Yeah, we ain't got no government loans
And no one sends a check from home
And get this, we're just doin' what we wanna

Let's get off this, and get on with it
If you wanna change the world
Shut your mouth and start to spin it
Get off this, get on with it
If you wanna change the world
Shut your mouth and start this minute

Well, the guitar player's stayin'
Out in Hollywood and sayin'
He's just tryin' to get some sleep
But everyone's complainin'

Are you truly deeply cynical?
'Cause boy you know I loved you so
When no one knew your name
And you were pompous, still are

Let's get off this, and get on with it
If you wanna change the world
Shut your mouth and start this minute
Get off this, get on with it
If you wanna change the world
Shut your mouth, shut your mouth

Get off this, and get on with it
If you wanna change the world
Shut your mouth and start this minute
Get off this, get on with it
If you wanna change the world
Shut your mouth, shut your mouth

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