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REM RULEZ THE MUTHA FUCKIN 94!
The year of the woman
Has come and gone
Without much done
To even the score.
The year of change
Smelled the same all along.
And I bet that Hillary
Makes less than Gore
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Well, the spirit was grand
When the year started out.
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A new dawn was promised
To sweep cross the land.
But the hope in the air
Soon turned into doubt,
And a fire was set
For the media to fan
When Aspin and Nunn
Said Keep The Gays Out.
As Bill said compromise
And upheld the ban.
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I guess I really
Shouldnt be suprised
That clinton turned Republicia
n.
All politicians
Tell pre-election lies,
How will he register
Should he run again?
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Some fads have come
Some stayed, some went,
The shooting sprees come to mind,
Hate crimes are up,
Drunk drivings down.
The Brady Bill was finally sign
ed.
Floridas out,
Carjackings on the rise
Rap lingered on
Cant wait till it dies.
On T.V. new talk shows
With disfunctional hosts
Debate the same issues
With losers who boast.
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If your income is smaller
With the economy draggin
You could really profit
On the Ive been molested
Band wagon.
It seeems pretty easy
For your career to go far
If you accuse your preist
Or a weird, rich, rock star.
The media loves ic REM 94
Its sex with a twist,
This year it was Bobbit,
Menendez, and that Hollywood hooker
with her list.
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There was a death, called suicide
That I still question,
The best friend of the President,
Died when he fired Willam Sessions?
Was it just co-incedence?
Was there a suicide confession?
Or could it be
The FBI thought
Theyd teach Bill a lesson?
ic REM 94
1994 is here
Share with the poor
Dont live in fear.