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Some people say that I'm a bad guy. |
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They may be right, they may be right. |
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But it's not as if I don't try. |
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I just ** up, try as I might. |
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But I can change, I can change. |
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I can learn to keep my promises, I swear it |
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I'll open up my heart and I will share it. Any minute now, I will be born again. |
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Yes, I can change, I can change. |
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I know I've been a dirty little bastard |
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I like to kill, I like to maim. Yes I'm insane, but it's okay 'cause I can change! |
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It's not my fault that I'm so evil. |
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It's society. Society. |
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You see, my parents were sometimes abusive. |
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And it made a prick of me. |
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But I can change, I can change. |
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I can learn to keep my promises, I know it. |
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I'll open up my heart and I will show it. Any minute now, I will be born again. |
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Satan: But what if you never change? |
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What if you remain a sandy little butthole? |
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Saddam: Ey, Satan! Don't be such a twit! Mother Teresa won't have ** on me! |
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Just watch. Just watch me change! Here I go, I'm changing! |
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[fast instrumental] |
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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah. |
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Hut. Hut. Hut. Hut. Hut. Hut. Hut. Hut. |
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[silence] |
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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah. |
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[normal tempo resumes. Saddam whistles the melody] |
