Final Solution

• Pere Ubu
• Final Solution / Cloud 149

The girls won’t touch me ‘cause I got a misdirection,

and livin’ at night isn’t helpin my complexion.

The signs all say it’s a social infection.

A little bit of fun’s never been an insurrection.

Mom threw me out ’til I get some pants that fit.

She just don’t approve of my strange kind of wit.

I get so excited I always gotta lose it,

then they pack me off and make me take the cure.

I don’t need a cure, don’t need a cure.

Don’t need a cure, need a final solution.

I don’t need a cure, don’t need a cure.

I don’t need a cure, need a final solution.

Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction,

guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction.

It seems I’m the victim of natural selection,

or maybe I’m on another side, in another direction.

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