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(Featuring Jon Mess) |
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Well I can see right through that |
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Bitter smile you wear so proudly on your face, |
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You're nothing more than a huge disgrace. |
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So children take my hand we'll |
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Lead you down the road that you've been following |
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So you can see the outcome of your sins. |
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You're falling, you're falling |
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Further down with every pound. |
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So be all that you can be and eat all you can eat. |
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Put a gun up to your head and pull the trigger see what happens. |
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You might get your very own TV show. |
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(Well headlines they always scare me |
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I'm pretty sure if you hit the blunt you'll die |
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On my back is a target, not the store |
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Racking up those extra credit miles |
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Blonde, Fake as hell, raped by her dad |
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It's a good TV show |
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Gay, talks hella gay, dresses hella nice |
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It's a good TV show) |
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You hide yourself so happily in your cookie cutter community. |
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You rank so highly in this hybrid land, forget it man. |
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If ever there was a time for you to hold onto something more dear, the time is now. |
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Be all that you can be, Eat all that you can eat. |
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Be all that you can be, Eat all that you can eat. |
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Oh, When will this all come to an end? |
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Oh, when will this all come to an end!? |
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You hide yourself so happily in your cookie cutter community. |
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You rank so highly in this hybrid land, forget it man. |
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If ever there was a time for you to hold onto something more dear. |
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(Tropical Norfolk |
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Pollock in nighttime |
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Leaving a bank right before the blimp lands |
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No thank you |
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Block building mace, when a shrimp liver hand lies |
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Line line corrupt dog, i need new shoulders? |
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Bloated, under a blanket of tires |
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Under a blanket of tires |
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Well I hope my lawyer man he shoots and connects |
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Basting a turkey, player some croquet |
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Blind tax collection is a horrible C section |
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Rummaging through some old dead trolls) |
