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You Think I Ain’t Worth A Dollar, But I Feel Like A Millionaire

 

K-L-O-N Los Angeles

Clone radio we play the songs that sound

More like everyone else

Than anyone else

Clone

 

Hey alright, it’s Kip Kasper, Clone radio

LA’s infinite repeat

How we feelin’ out there?

How’s your drive time commute?

I need a saga. What’s the saga?

It’s “Songs for the Deaf”

You can’t even hear it

 

Dead bull with the life from the low

I’ll be massive conquistador

Give me soul and show me the door

Metal heavy, soft at the core

Gimme toro, gimme some more

Gimme toro, gimme some more

 

Pressurize, neutralize

Deep fried, gimme some more

 

Space trucking, four on the floor

Fortified with the liqour store

This one’s down, gimme some more

Gimme toro, gimme some more

Gimme toro, gimme some more

Gimme toro, gimme some more

 

Shrunken head I love to adore

B-movie, gimme some gore

Gimme toro, gimme some more

B-movie, gimme some gore!

 

Uh!

 

Yow!

 

Gimme toro, gimme some more

Gimme toro, gimme some more

Gimme toro, gimme some more

Gimme toro, gimme some more