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Cell

rest Make a kick drum sound Like an S.O.S. Get a tow-truck Cause it's after dark And the dance floor's full But everybody's double-parked! Cell phone

, not with hate in your eyes. [Fat Mike] In order to lead by example you have to show a path to a better world, not a cell

And now the six merry murderesses of the Crookem County Jail In their rendition of 'The Cell Block Tango' Pop! Six! Squish! Uh uh, Cicero, Lipschitz!

it's just not right And while you wait One more cell becomes An empty space Woah, woah, it's just not right And while you wait One more cell becomes

You were talkin' on that cell phone, driving your Mercedes way too fast All of the sudden there was this dial tone, you hit the pylons on the overpass

Going back to yesterday, tomorrow's almost near Anticipation factors in decisions everywhere And anger fills the mood right now, there's no more novelties

but they're all bitten So now they're drawn away Killing brain cells, wasting away Killing brain cells, pure misery Killing brain cells, renounce, relapse Killing brain cells

fun Cell number one has something for everyone Meanwhile in Boston the kids were queuing Back in Montreal we were just stewing. In cell number seven Cell number seven Cell number seven Cell

The millionaires are closing ranks Tax-dodging in the race to the bank Listen for the slamming of the stable doors After the horse has bolted Trapped