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von Turboneger

I think I′m an all around Norwegian
On my eighteenth birthday
My daddy gave me a gun
And I am what you'd call a real good sport
And I was born and raised in a trailor court

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My neighborhood′s got the distinction
Of being all the same
There are rows and rows
Of divorcees in a metal frame
My life goes on, it's my last resort
And I'm gonna die in a trailer court


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Oh, no!

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Now do you see just a little bit of a paradox
You′re living or dead, you′re stuck in a box
Your life goes on, it's your last resort
On a dead end road In a trailer court

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Mobile home
Filled with foam
Polyester catacomb


Mobile home
Filled with foam
Polyester catacomb
Mobile home