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The Only Game in Town
America, You're addicted to survival-of-the-fittest's animalistic instincts Packaged as high-school, college, and pro football Dished up ubiquitously, Monday through Sunday, On pay-through-the-nose-and-hose satellite-TV channels More numerous than potato chips in a family-size bag, Which you can't keep your meaty, greasy paws out of, No matter that you're so morbidly obese, All you can do is warm the bench, sofa, La-Z-Boy, bed, In the only game you're fit to play: Survival of the fattest.
America, You'd better hope that halftime lasts forever Or, if not, that you never go into sudden death.
12/13/10 - (2)
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