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Oh, for a friend
A friend you can count on
Be there for me and I'm yours till the end

Sagan's slingin' big bang
Nader's workin' on control
cars, I hate fast cars

Sooner or later, you're gonna listen to Ralph Nader
I don't wanna cause a fuss, but fast cars are so dangerous
Fast cars, fast
Was he a painter
Underground major
Wasn't he conspiring with Ralph Nader
Sunday afternoons in central park
Was he a writer
A freedom fighter
got me an email from the prince of Nigeria
Well, he sure sounded legit
My sister used to take piano lessons
From the second cousin of Ralph Nader
to the Pig, not to Starbucks
Let's vote for Nader
What are we waiting for?
I'm gonna live to be a hundred and sixty-four
To the crib and back to the studio
like drinking
(chris doing a sean nader-esque scream)
You tell me you don't wanna get old
But you've got a party on the line and a grave on hold.
believe what an absolute failure, the president's laughing 'cause we voted for Nader

That's no way to go Franco Un-American, where can we go Franco
And I'd rather die young than diurnal
I'm the one Ralph Nader had to recall
My BACK BACK BACK'S up against the wall
Put me outa my misery - I'm dying to get
happen, be a creator
Rise up just like an elevator
Cross over just like a crossfader
Be nice just like a first grader
I shoulda voted, for Ralph Nader
månader försvann all smärta som dom bar i sina bröst
Sen blev det vardagar som bara kom och gick
Inte visste dom då att det var livet som dom fick
got it, locked, stocked, and two smokin' bongs
Got trees soaked and drawn, the mute grow dissolve drawn
Independent like Ralph Nader
When I hate
a dater with Darth Vader I'm famous-later-
I hang with both Ralph Nader and Roc Raida, OK?
I swear I'm super you play boring Solitaire on your computer
name was Ralph Nader 
Yeah, I'm broke as fuck and I got no paper 
Should a just stuck with rock, it a have been much safer 

Trying to make a dent in
härifrån, du suddas ut bit för bit
Du tar avsked till allt som var
Men det är säkert många, många månader dit

Gula rosor på tapeterna, när ni
When I hate y'all like Dallas Cowboy tailgators

I used to cut up my arms
Now 12 arms cut up my vinyl pawns
Fuck fawn, I get embalmed

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