| Beetlebum, what you done? |
| She's a gun, now what you done, beetlebum? |
| Get nothing done, you beetlebum |
| Just get numb, now what you've done, beetlebum? |
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| And when she lets me slip away |
| She turns me on and all my violence's gone |
| Nothing is wrong |
| I just slip away and I am gone |
| Nothing is wrong, she turns me on |
| I just slip away and I am gone |
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| Beetlebum, because you're young |
| She's a gun, now what you done, beetlebum? |
| She'll suck your thumb, she'll make you come |
| 'Cause she's your gun, now what you done, beetlebum? |
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| And when she lets me slip away |
| She turns me on and all my violence's gone |
| Nothing is wrong |
| I just slip away and I am gone |
| There's nothing wrong, she turns me on |
| I just slip away and I am gone |
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| He's on, he's on, he's on it |
| He's on, he's on, he's on it |
| He's on, he's on, he's on it |
| He's on, he's on, he's on it |
| He's on, he's on, he's on it |
| He's on, he's on, he's on it |
| He's on, he's on, he's on it |
| He's on, he's on, he's on it |