Simmer down, you sodbustin' hayseed.

Your anti-city spew is old and tired - just like you are.

Where you live has nothing to do with this issue.
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She was standin' alone over by the juke box, like she'd something to sell.
I said "baby, what's the goin' price?" She told me to go to hell.

Bon Scott - Shot Down in Flames