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Tripp dug our act.
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Said he could make us mightier than the Bosstones.
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All we had to do was
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prance around in the veggie suits for a while.
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- Sound familiar? - Vaguely.
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Except I don't play no bullshit white reggae.
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You obviously don't know anything about Ska.
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Yeah, and I'm trying to keep it that way.
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Okay, okay. Simmer down. Easy, ladies.
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So what's Goldstein's game?
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He preys on you when you're desperate,
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sucks you in with empty promises.