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Hey creepo's... i'm talking to you |
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I've got a message to give to you |
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You've got a problem... we know |
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But there's something you ought to know |
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Standing there across the thoroughfare |
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They stand and stare with that gormless air |
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So funny to see how dumb some grown men can be |
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An unwanted weed, a dying reed |
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Left to consider life as it passes by |
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Ignoring your calling, ignoring your taunting, |
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Ignoring your feelings of self hate and loathing |
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How empty and pointless your life must seem |
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See them standing |
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See them staring |
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See them wearing that same stupid face |
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Sticks and stones may break bones |
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But these taunting crones only cause inner groans |
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We ignore all your calling, ignore all your taunting |
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Ignore all your problems of self hate and loathing |
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Somebody should show them where to go |
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See them standing |
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See them staring |
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See them wearing that same creepy face |
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Standing there in the thoroughfare |
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They stand and stare with that gormless air |
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Does what you won't understand scare and make you mad? |
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Resentful and envious, don't you disgust yourself? |
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So funny to see how pathetic some men can be |
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See them standing |
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See them staring |
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See them wearing that same stupid face |
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Ignore all their calling, ignore all their taunting, |
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Ignore all their faking, their self hate and loathing |
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Somebody should show them where to go. |
