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http://www.metrolyrics.com/i-blew-up-the-clinic-real-good-lyrics-taylor-steve.html ] Your stinkin' badges better think again Before you mess this boy around I've hung in Saigon just to see the special effects I've hung from gravity boots for my napoleon complex It's time to close Ohhh.... There she blows. History In the making You picked a fight. I pick dynamite I blew up the clinic real good. Preacher on a corner Calling it a crime The ends don't justify the means anytime I stood up on my van I yelled "Excuse me, sir Ain't nothin' wrong with this country a few plastic explosives won't cure"
