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Texty: Dickies. Whack The Dalai Lama.

There's one hand clapping and it's in my head
Whack the Dalai Lama
He's telling me he'd be better off dead
Whack the Dalai Lama

And he's the focus of evil in the world today
Whack the Dalai Lama
Well i'm the real Dalai Lama anyway
Whack the Dalai Lama

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He's an informant for the FBI
Whack the Dalai Lama
Stop me and tell the world goodbye
Whack the Dalai Lama

And all the rich kids on the MTV
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Are saying buy my records and Tibet goes free
Whack the Dalai Lama

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The bigger they come the harder they fall
I'm not a spiritual Steven Segal
So, line 'em up against the wall
I'm not the Dalai Lama

When there's no one there
I'll be dressed as Richard Gere
I'll sit down to meditate when I draw my gun
He'll already have begun to re-incarnate

The bigger they come the harder they fall
I'm not a spiritual Steven Segal
So, line 'em up against the wall
I'm not the Dalai Lama

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Whack the Dalai Lama
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