He´s sinking faster than a drowning man
He´ll grab a hold of anyone he can
Gun in his poket and a heart of ham
Uncle Sam...

He´s dying faster than a rabid dog
Infect us all now he´s losing blood
Nose for trouble and a soul of rock
Smokey´s man...

Don´t drag me down
I don´t wanna drown
Your going down
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There´s not much flesh
Just skin and bone
Cheeks sunk deep
Eyes popping wide
Don´t put out a hand to help him
This drowning man will bite it right off
Right off, Right off, Right off..

(chorus)

He´s selling faster than a magazine
Infect us all with his TV screen

He´s selling faster than a magazine
Infect us all with his TV screen

He´s selling faster than a magazine
Infect us all with his TV screen

He´s selling faster than a magazine
Infect us all with his TV screen