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Martin, I've seen, the ones you oughta bleed |
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They've been driving around, in their big stylish cars |
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Well, I think they oughta feel your pain, yeah |
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I think they oughta wear your scars |
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'Cus what Ruby told you, well that was true |
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Now you better lace up those boots |
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Only you knew how it felt when the pretty girls looked at you that way |
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And somebody is gonna hafta pay |
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He's gonna get his revenge |
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(Revenge!) |
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He's gonna crucify himself for the world's sins |
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His name was Atchet |
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He was one of them (x2) |
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He's coming through the swing door |
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He don't give a **** no more |
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Cause no one ever gave a **** about him |
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A horrible little monster born into a life of pain |
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The only way to relieve the hate; |
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Justice in the upper tiers of the corporate class tonight |
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A little lesson on twisted wrongs, and crooked rights |
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If he could write the headline in the paper the very next day it would read |
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"Violence works in mysterious ways" |
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And somebody's gonna hafta pay |
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Somebody's gonna have to pay |
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He's gonna get his revenge |
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(Revenge!) |
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He's gonna crucify himself for the world's sweet sweet sins. |
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His name was Atchet |
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He was one of them |
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He was a skin |
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"Are you a messenger boy?" |
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"No, I'm the judge and jury |
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If you're gonna call the cops |
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You better ****ing hurry! |
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There's no use begging for your life |
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You made your choice and now you pay the price |
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You ****ing bastards! |
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Bastards! |
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Bastard!" |