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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' maaalls 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 malarky Whatever malarky is man It's a whole bunch of it. 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 cant 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 mastercharge 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 helllll Burn down the malls Burn down the malls Burn down the malls
Writer(s): Mojo Nixon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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