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Sick of your crucificoolCootchy-coo, look at you, cootchy-coo,look at you, and you're aHeck of a champion tooHands to god, 'rena rock,hold the poor, in your heart, flash'em theShades and the leather perfumeSmell of God, martyr fool,win their hearts, king of tools, king of thePhilanthropicacool'Mericans, Africans,holding hands, buying pantsI'm on top of the new new thingGonna get the new line of bling, and I'llShine shine shine shine like a white godnatives gonna worship meI woulda done it anyhow, so I'llBuy it up buy it all right now, becauseAfrica just wants to have some funIn the land where nothing grows, nobody even knowsNobody knows that it's a Chrissamuss, What do they do without the Chrissamuss, oohLet's go on a safari, show these jungle cats how to partyThis desert is so beautiful, hey let's make a music video, yeahMe and the natives will be singin' holdin' hands we gonna stop all the violence in this landSongtexteI'm gonna set this world straight, I'm suckin' dick at the G-8, butI'm not the only one lickin' choads at this safari partyClear channel men fellatiate me, censor me and proliferate meWhere'd ya get that jacket, Bo-no?Where'd ya get those shades, Robo-Cop?You and your little booby Bobby,Sellin' the new Spanish goldEveryone out on the floorIt's supergroup pop for the poorSavin' our souls at the storeSavin' us all from the horrorLet your martryrs armsBear the windsOf the wind machine, wind machineGonna get a little drunka tonight, gonna get a little drunka tonight, gonna get a littleGonna get fucked up tonight, gonna get fucked up tonight ee-aigh-ee-aight,Me and the kids are pickin' fun at you, we're pickin' fun pickin' fun pickin' fun at youCuz when you're actin' like Christ on the cross, you look ridiculous OOHHI admit it I don't know what to do, I don't know I don't know what to doBut I know what not to do, and I know the smell of your leather perfume, it smells likeDeath to me, smells like piss on a fire, smells like toxic fumes at a maquiladoraWhere'd ya get that shirt assholeWhncha make Whncha make up your mindAre you bored Are you bored or inspired? Well either wayYou just came to shoot your load off the stageA pacifier for a nation of beigeAfter your concert and at the G-8You came to party yeah you came to get laid Aus Songtexte Mania