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Van Halen For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge

feel right Well, just plain, clean and simple Wrapped up nice n' tight And homegrown and down-home, that makes one Cookin' up that old time, long lost recipe for

followed it I'm tripping and stumbling across the land Full of miracles Into a world so far from home Miles and miles from nowhere Rooms without doors open for

It's my life, get off my ass, get outta my face Man, I don't see no problem Kickin' back, ain't kickin' you, no no Anyway, if I make 'em, I'll solve '

family No middleman, no IRS Your ticket out of poverty Oh, we're the lost generation I hold fate from a string Lookin' for a direction Reachin' out for

' falls into place, no Only missed by a fraction Slipped a little off your pace, oh The more things you get, the more you want Just trade in one for