Well we are big truth seekers,
no one is meeker
And we're loved everywhere we go
We sing about paradise and we sing about truth
We have theocratic CO's
Who tell us all kinds of lies that give us all kind of thrills
But the thrill we've never known
Is the thrill that'll get you when you get your picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
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Rolling Stone
Wanna see our picture on the cover
Rolling Stone
Wanna buy five copies for our mothers
Rolling Stone
Wanna see our smilin' faces
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
We've got senile old men name o' Gubbnin' Buddy
Who commit embarrassing bloopers
We've got our sexually molested Sonny
Drivin' our Mini Cooper
And it's all designed to blow our minds
But our minds won't really be blown
Like the blow that'll get you when you get your picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
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We are a bunch of braindead groupies
Who do everything the elders say
We got a genuine jevoodoo god
Who's teachin' us a better way
We got all kinds of friends who believe his lies
So we never have to be alone
And we keep gettin' dumber but we can't get our picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
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Rolling Stone
Wanna see our picture on the cover
Rolling Stone
Wanna buy five copies for my mother
Rolling Stone
Wanna see our smilin' faces
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
BUT WE DID MANAGE TO GET BLASTED ALL OVER THE WASHINGTON POST...
http://www.washingtonpost.com/national/on-fai...