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Strike, while the iron is hot Baby, like it or not, everyone climbs Up the backs of their peers But we're not like that here We have culture and creed you say I was raised on the run and it fell anyway So strike, when the iron looks hot Baby we're all we've got so let's go Out to the coast, we can outsource the ghost and get free I've got an Orange County feeling I can fly this car into a building And come out looking 10 years younger And baby you look hot So drive, into the wall Nature's own laws need not apply Cause the curtain will hold And the natives give all the sun From Letras Mania