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Every day a perfect baby is born
His parents' little bundle of joy
By night-fall butchers line up to cut him
And make him less of a boy
Strapped to a circumstraint peeling his tender glans
Crushing his frenulum, sending him home
With a scar
That baby's cries could rip the heart from your chest
But it's not a done deal. We need to do our best
We gotta save what he'll never get back
'Cause he's just like us,
Babies are all born intact
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In the day we sweat it out in the streets
of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory
in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out
Over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
Its a death trap, its a suicide rap
We gotta get out while were young
'Cause tramps like us,
Baby we were born to run
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Welcome gentlemen. Thanks for having me in
I need to tell you a troubling story
You were just hours old when they strapped you down
And sliced away half your glory
Together we can get some of it back
It's gonna take some work, but you really can
Restore some slack
Will you share your success with the world?
'Cause babies could be saved if more men knew their burden
And how empty being circumcised feels
The need to know slack is wild, and
They need to hear you share your zeal
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Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims
And strap your hands across my engines
Together we could break this trap
Well run till we drop, baby well
never look back
Will you walk with me out on the wire
'Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta find out how it feels
I want to know if love is wild, girl
I want to know if love is real
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In bamboo huts and in hospitals
Babies scream for protection from harm
Girls who've never seen a foreskin still say
Intact boys are cause for alarm
They still sell stolen skins by the piece or the pound
So the butchers are still getting rich
We've gotta shout it out and march in the streets
Until mutilation no longer exists
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Beyond the palace hemi-powered drones
Scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you wendy on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss
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The information super-highway
Is getting flooded with the truth
We're getting out the word every day and night
To save tomorrow's youth
Together people we can conquer the madness
We'll be dancing with joy when they ban this
Evil scourge
Someday we'll all have left this earth
A better place than we found it
By answering the urge to care for all human kind
So shout it: just like us
Babies are all born just fine
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The highways jammed with broken heroes
On a last chance power drive
Everybody's out on the run tonight
But there's no place left to hide
Together wendy well live with the sadness
I'll love you with all the madness
In my soul
Someday girl I don't know when
Were gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go and well walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us
Baby we were born to run
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Born Intact