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Pantera |
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Vulgar Display Of Power |
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Fucking Hostile |
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Almost every day |
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I see the same face |
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On broken picture tube |
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It fits the attitude |
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If you could see yourself |
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You put you on a shelf |
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Your verbal masturbate |
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Promise to nauseate |
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Today I'll play the part of non-parent |
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Not make a hundred rules |
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For you to know about yourself |
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Not lie and make you believe |
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What's evil is making love |
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and making friends |
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and meeting God you're own way |
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The right way |
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(Chorus) To see |
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To bleed |
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Cannot be taught |
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In turn |
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You're making us |
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Fucking hostile |
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We stand alone |
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The truth in right and wrong |
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The boundaries of the law |
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You seem to miss the point |
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Arresting for a joint? |
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You seem to wonder why |
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Hundreds of people die |
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You're writing tickets man |
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My mom got jumped -- they ran! |
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Now I'll play a public servant |
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To serve and protect |
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By the law and the state |
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I'd bust the punks |
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That rape steal and murder |
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And leave you be |
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If you crossed me |
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I'd shake your hand like a man |
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Not a god |
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(Chorus) |
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Come meet your maker, boy |
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Some things you can't enjoy |
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Because of heaven/hell |
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A fucking wives' tale |
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They put it in your head |
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Then put you in your bed |
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He's watching say your prayers |
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Cause God is everywhere |
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Now I'll play a man learning priesthood |
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Who's about to take the ultimate test in life |
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I'd question things because I am human |
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And call NO ONE my father who's no closer that a stranger |
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I won't listen |
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(Chorus) |