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