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(It was a hot June day, and my ass was sticking to the seat of my girlfriend's car.)
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Staten Island traffic in the summer, summer!.
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Staten Island traffic in the summer, baby
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Staten Island traffic in the summer, summer!.
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Staten Island traffic in the summer, baby
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Staten Island traffic in the summer, summer!.
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Staten Island traffic in the summer, baby
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Staten Island traffic in the summer, summer!.
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And when you stuff yourself into a suit and tie
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do you think the judge can see through the sweat as he gives you your fine
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for a post-panic attack speeding ticket on a
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90 degree day in New York.
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And yeah, you're gonna drive home for three hours to work in a
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basement for tribute bands making posters
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to pay about a fifth of that price.
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It's just Staten Island traffic in the summer.
Oh!
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That orange ball. (HEY HEY HEY)
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That burning orb of fire in the sky is gonna explode and we're all gonna die!
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Except for the foolish few who will "think ahead" and drive their SUV's to their bomb shelters
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Complain about air conditioning because "baby, we ain't got no more electricity."
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They wanna rise when it's done, be a leader with a gun.
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Be a leader of what? Like a hundred and one?
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Well, fuck it, I'm gonna hang out on the rooftop when it comes.
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'Cause when it's dark, it'll be night time, baby.
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And I'll get my ass on up out of this mess.
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The only stores that are open, baby.
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They gonna sell beer, and they're gonna sell ice cream.
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And we'll drink drink drink and get drunk drunk drunk
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and we'll talk talk talk about how much much much
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how much fun we had, yeah, when
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we were fuckin' the world, oh we're fucking the world, yeah!
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Through the glares on our windshields, we can't see each others eyes,
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just McDonalds cups and wrappers that they're throwing at full speed.
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And yes, I long for a shadow. And yes, I always appreciate the irony
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that the only cool comfort that allows us to see is a goddamn billboard. Sing it with me.
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A BILL BOARD (BILLBOARD) IS THE ONLY THING PREVENTING US FROM
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BLIND-LY CRASH-ING.
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A BILL BOARD (BILLBOARD) IS THE ONLY THING PREVENTING US FROM
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BLIND-LY CRASH-ING.
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And we'll never see a city not marred by advertisements,
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and we'll NEVER have a future not working for those companies,
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and it's sure as shit not getting better
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so we might as well accept it now, oh.
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And that really doesn't cheapen anything
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because, baby, we're all born to be businessmen.
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Every Fugazi record has a catalog number and a price tag
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and every independent label is selling you another goddamn product.
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But, NO, WE'RE not slaves to the music.
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Oh no, WE'RE not slaves to the company, baby.
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We do what we're born and raised to do
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and when youre creating something, you're producing something
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and the act of producing is the creation of a product.
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'Cause when it's dark, it'll be night time, baby.
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And I'll get my ass on up out of this mess.
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The only stores that are open, baby.
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They gonna sell beer, and they're gonna sell ice cream.
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And we'll drink drink drink and get drunk drunk drunk
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and we'll talk talk talk about how much much much
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how much fun we had, yeah, when
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we were fuckin' the world, oh we're fucking the world, yeah!
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Yeah, we were fu fu cking cking the the world world.
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When the sun drops, you ain't gonna be hungover the next day.
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When the comet hits, you ain't gonna have no bills to pay.
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When the bomb hits, it's gonna be a four day weekend. Hey hey!
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When it's all done I'm gonna feel great
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...finally.
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And when I finally got to work today, I ate my Subway sandwich,
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and I drank my Coca-Cola Classic, and then I ate my Sunchips
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and I thought about the weekend when I'd fill up my Ford van
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with Mobil brand gas and drive to the Clear Channel venue and
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I'd drink myself a Budweiser and play my Fender guitar
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through my Fender amplifier and tell the kids with a straight face
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through a Shure microphone and JBL speakers that corporate rock is for suckers.
Uhh yeah.