Zen And The Art Of Breaking Everything In This Room

The cops and the kids and the cats and the robbers
 the stolen moments from the out of tune guitars
 skippin out of school and sneaking into shows
 all the kissin on the lips
 we play all the wonderful hits
 the pulse is all in my lips
 enough to make collagen jealous
 how could anyone grow out of
 this
 beautiful beautiful skin
 when we all are dancing
 the police are always watching
 and we always have to move along
 Pirates and bankrobbers
 not lawyers or CEOs
 stock brokers aint no heros
 well the klatzenjammer kids
 and the phantom of the opera
 your the band of the moment
 yeah we stole the guitar
 the exception to the rule
 only goes to show
 you can never be sure what the rules are
 do androids dream of electronic sheep?
 if i should die while im asleep
 bury me ok, on the lone prairie where children still wanna grow up to be
 pirates and bank robbers
 not lawyers or CEO's
 stock brokers and now heros!
 You cant let gossip get you pissed,
 you cant wear the cuts on your face and your fist.
 its all a parcel and a part of Zen and the art of breaking everything in this room!
 Lawyers hate bank robbers
 pirates steal from CEO's
 stockbrokers killed your heros!
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