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I stole a box of appliances

From a strip mall in your home town

I sent 'em to you at the station

In case you wanna spin you juice around

From your past life in the kick line

You used to give all your tips to God

I sent my meat truck door to door

While you were cheering for the squad

Well you’re the black sheep of the family

And when the black sheep learns to kill

You can leave Big Thighs, New Jersey

With a great big space to fill

There’s nothing sweaty in the second grade

As little Lenny when he brought the farm

There’s Christina on her promenade

And there’s Christina with a broken arm

What kind of film were we using back then

To try to take one for the team?

Who wrote the words to the songs we sang?

The death reggae of our dreams

Well you’re the black sheep of the family

And when the black sheep learns to kill

You can leave Big Thighs, New Jersey

With a great big space to fill

Long before I invented you

Before your lips were pierced with pain

I threw your thighbones on the fireplace

I watched you streaking in the rain

Now you’re living in a school bus

I hear that you’re running with a stud

I’d like to see you with your uniform

Laying open in the mud

Well you’re the black sheep of the family

And when the black sheep learns to kill

You can leave Big Thighs, New Jersey

With a great big space to fill

You’re the black sheep of the family

And when the black sheep learns to kill

You can leave Big Thighs, New Jersey

With a great big space to fill

Yeah

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