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She
don't like my earrings,
He don't like my hair.
But that don't hurt my feelings,
Cause basically I don't care.
She don't like the way I talk.
The way I often swear,
And I can tell by the way she looks at me.
In her nasty nasty glare.
That she's,
Nasty People.
Nasty People yeah yeah yeah yeah,
Nasty People.
Nasty People.
They don't see the forest,
They only see the trees,
As a way of making money,
When they sacrifice the leaves.
I think we all should rise up,
Gather them one by one,
And introduce them to their chain saws,
For the damage that they've done
Why? Because they're,
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That man says he's a hunter,
Yeah he's a real big man.
He paid to shoot that tiger,
That was caged up by that other man.
We should put those men in cages,
Take them on a plane,
To a place with lots of tigers,
And let them feel some tiger pain.
Why? Because they're,
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Those men they put on trial,
For planting terrorist bombs,
That kill the innocent citizens,
Whether kids or dads or moms,
One way to give them justice,
Shove a bomb right up their nose,
Light the fuse and watch them,
Until the damn thing blows,
Why? Because they're,
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