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CHey-ey-ey! CIt's Friday night the schmucks are out, the worthless people cruising around Fand causing fights, Chey that's alright! CI said God and I are on our thrones,and telling ya'll just where to go. FWell it might be hell, Cwon't that be swell? 'Cause Gsoon you'll Fall be Cdead G
CMarkland Mall is where to go when you're a punk and you don't know Fwhat to do with yourself, Clike everybody else Cspend your money try to get laid, work your ass of but don't get paid FIt's Kokomo! Baby Cdontcha know? Well Gtonight, the fFlames will Cglow G
CMy face is turning red Eso why don't you go ahead Amand have your fun at me stupid Fpeople CI've been wasting all my time Eused to care but never mind. AmFireballs out of my eyes burning down your Ftemple G
CWell you know I've had it up to here, pretending like I just don't care Fabout things like you, but CI know I do CYou prance around conspicuously, innuendos aimed at me Fbut not for long, 'cause soon Cyou'll be gone Gwhen I set your Fface on Cfire G
CNow mine is turning red Eso why don't you go ahead Amand have your fun at me stupid Fpeople CI've been wasting all my time Eused to care but never-mind AmFireballs out of my ass burning down your Ftemple G
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AmI'm a fire-starting mama, I'm a nasty fiend Fpeople are grass if you know what I mean Cyou light em all up and you watch em burn. GFire purifies so you let em squirm AmI'm tired of the world dragging me down Fset it on fire burn it to the ground. Cbuild it back up when it's nothing but ash Gbringing in the future with regard to my past x4
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