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Cut 'em loose |
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Public servant, public slave |
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It's one single slide from the cradle to the grave |
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Can't remember why you're still in the race |
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To be a public servant, public slave |
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You got to know who satan is |
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You know you made him come alive |
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You let the yahoos write the script |
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When you sold your soul to survive |
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I only want to hear my voice |
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Come on, hit me where i live |
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Let's imagine we had a choice |
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Let's pretend we're persuasive |
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I guess it keeps you off the street |
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I guess you couldn't find honest work |
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And you're content to follow the fleet |
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Hanging 'round with world-class jerks |
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I guess you can't have too little class |
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Sometimes it pays to have no soul |
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Just keep your mindset in the past |
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And your head up your asshole |
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It's not as if we couldn't cope |
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It's not as if the pope eloped |
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It's just as if you're out of hope |
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And if you can't stand twice as tall |
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If you're too afraid to fall |
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If you haven't got the balls |
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Cut 'em loose |
