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• Artiste: Suburban Riot
• Titre: Mr. Henry Rubin
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He was a man, fifty years old with a wife and children A secretary whos long legs are never endin' A skirt so short, his temptations, he cant control em' With Mrs. Rubin left alone to make the din din Shimmy shake, the family's gone Mr. Rubin dont think its wrong Grease the morals and just slip them out the door Old Henry likes to have his fun, with a whore The family car's got leather seats like dark red blood The Rubin clan all goes to church on the day of the sun He wont confess, hes locked it up to everyone 'Till the wife finds him on the office desk, holding his loaded gun Shoot em' up, shes gone insane She wears a smile can't feel no pain Covers the secretary with Henry's blood and brain Shes done with livin a love, thats in vain Mr. Rubin, he sings his song And he wants you to sing along Now a days no one is faithful very long So try to fight the craving your on With Henry you can sing along Yeah, everyone's a little wrong So stay strong