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Pop Iggy

I'm a product of America Walls to the prisons Cold metal [Incomprehensible] Tractors caught me working We sin, how we, how we sin Cold metal, cold

Here comes Johnny Yen again With the liquor and drugs and the flesh machine He?s gonna do another strip tease Hey man, where'd you get that lotion? I

I couldn't escape this feeling With my China girl I'm just a wreck without My little China girl I'd hear her heart beating Loud as thunder Saw the stars

Fun Hey baby, we like your lips Fun Hey baby, we like your pants All aboard for funtime Fun Hey, I feel lucky tonight Fun I'm gonna get stoned and run

Status seekers I never cared Once I found out They never dared To seize the world And shake it upside down Well, and every stinking bum Should wear a

day a week, 365 day a year American} I was glad that Debbie had a sense of humor This time of the morning, I tend to get gloomy She laughed and said, "Iggy

I'm so messed up I want you here In my room I want you here Now we're gonna be face-to-face I'll lay right down in my favorite place Now I wanna be your

I work so hard man, so don't trip me up Shakin' a leg like the tail o' the pup I'm payin' dues till I register heat Sure hope I don't end up on the street

They think that I've got bread They want to read my head The position is cool Like football star in school Someone to sell me Someone to tell me I'm