To Hell With Pop

Some want it soft
Some want it hard
Some like it slow
Some like it fast as a shark
You hate it every single way
You really need no room to play
You make it so damn hard to stay

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(Run away, run away)
Ooh, you better run away
(Run away, run away)
Run before it's too late
The truth is right behind you
Closing in on you
So run away!

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You ain't nobody's nightmare
You weren't born in flames
You ain't no devil's daughter
You don't know her pain
There's no 7-headed demons
No lakes above the ground
But on the day your black sun rises
It's you who's goind down
To hell with the pop

You wipe that smile right off your face
That lifts you high above the whole human race
You think your fashion suits you fine
Your mind's not worth a single dime
You will be thrown down for your crimes

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