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"Don't stick your hand in there," she said, "it'll shock you." But you want to... and you want toWell, momma said, "don't go looking at the sun,"But momma don't you, don't you know That's where the fun is? That's where the fun is? It's in the sights of the burnin' sun?(Heard the windmill suck you out; I'd like to try itThermal take you up and out; I'd like to fly it to the moon)Just like second hand smoke,It cuts my eyes and it burns my throatTo read the words and the letters you wrote It cuts to parts often unexposedSecond hand smoke, it's like a lung full of guilty holes That breathe the words that say "go for the throat,"Or what it's worth just to know you could get this close(Maybe if you step on my feet I'll dance free-erMaybe if you tell me you then I'll tell me-er) Aus Songtexte Mania