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The girls won't touch me cause I got a misdirection,
and livin at night isn't helpin my complexion.
The signs all say it's a social infection.
A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection.
Mom threw me out til I get some pants that fit.
She just don't approve of my strange kind of wit.
I get so excited I always gotta lose it,
then they pack me off & make me take the cure.
I don't need a cure,
don't need a cure.
Don't need a cure,
need a final solution.
Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction -
guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction.
It seems I'm the victim of natural selection,
or maybe just another slide in another direction.
I don't need a cure,
don't need a cure.
Don't need a cure,
need a final solution.
Solution!
- Album:
- Elitism For The People 1975-1978
- Lady from Shanghai
- Miscellaneous
- Terminal Tower: An Archival Collection, Nonlp Singles & B...
- The Tenement Year (Remastered & Expanded)
- Punk Roots, Vol.1
- Mohawk Generation, Vol.1
- Garage Monsters, Vol.1 (Live)
- Death Disco
- Apocalypse Now
- The Tenement Year
- The Tenement Year (Expanded Edition) [Remastered]
- Story of My Life
- Dub Housing
- One Man Drives While the Other Man Screams
- 2002-09-23: The Middle East, Cambridge, MA, USA
- Warning Bells Are Ringing
- 1978-11-07: Brunel University, Uxbridge, England, UK
- Datapanik in the Year Zero
- One Man Drives While the Other Man Screams - Live, Vol. 2