Текст песни Taylor Steve - I Blew Up The Clinic Real Good
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I have the road in my bloodI drive a custom vanI play the tunesI`m the neighborhood ice cream manSo don`t you mess this boy aroundThe other day when the clinic had it`s local debutSome chicks were trying to picketThe doctor threatened to sueI don`t care if it`s a baby or a tissue blobbut if we run out of youngstersI`ll be out of a jobAnd so II did my dutycleaning up the neighborhoodI blew up the clinic real goodTry and catch me coppersYour stinkin` badges better think againBefore you mess this boy aroundI`ve hung in Saigon just to see the special effectsI`ve hung from gravity boots for my napoleon complexIt`s time to closeOhhh.... There she blows.History In the makingYou picked a fight.I pick dynamiteI blew up the clinic real good.Preacher on a cornerCalling it a crimeThe ends don`t justify the means anytimeI stood up on my vanI yelled "Excuse me, sirAin`t nothin` wrong with this countrya few plastic explosives won`t cure"