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I'm gonna rant and rave |
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I'm gonna lose control if they get me mad |
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I'm staring at the tv screen |
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They're staring right back |
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I got a bottle in my hand |
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I think i'll blow them up |
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I'm gonna weep and wail |
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I'm gonna gnash my teeth |
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At the lies they tell |
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And half the people in the world |
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Don't even know where they are |
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Don't even know they're being had |
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I'm gonna wake them up |
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(believe me you'll find out |
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That everything's rotten |
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From bottom to top through and through |
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All gold is just glitter |
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All gains are ill-gotten |
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But now what the hell do we do . . .) |
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I'm gonna scream and shout |
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I'm gonna stamp my feet |
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'til a policeman comes |
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I don't care what they say |
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Don't care what they write down |
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Book of rules or book of life |
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I'm gonna tear them up |
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(now who wants to be just |
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A bug that they trample |
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Well you see what has happened of course |
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'cause instead of using the force of example |
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Now it's just the example of force . . .) |
