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You don't look like a hero Of the Soviet Union to me You look more like a fish Come walking down the street And you can tell that everybody agrees You oughtta be on a dish You've got your mind made up Like you've got your head in a bush And to move it around Just hurts too much And it's no good saying you're in love With the modern world When those streets are all filled With those impossible Red-haired girls You don't look like the spokesman For a generation to me I've got a postage stamp here For what you know of Philosophy. You're like Thomas Hobbes: Nasty, brutish and short He's drawing back the curtain It's a brand new day There's rubble on the carpet Letras de cancionesCause his friends came to stay I'm over on the carpet 10 years on other peoples' floors And you learn a little something You learn a little something That you can't ignore And it's no good telling me You're still in love With the modern world When those streets are all filled With those impossible red-haired Impossible red, red, red-haired girls Whip on, Jim. You betcha' Watch that spaceman drive that car Where he's going ain't too far And Rebecca wants her bike back Here it comes From Letras Mania