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At ten AM on the weeks end |
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The cattle come and dig in |
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To tread on everybody that gets in their way |
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A donkey show at an all time low |
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We watch them rot |
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Can they be saved? |
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Ignorance can't hide the pain |
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Drinking beer and talking shit |
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Showing off to bigger idiots |
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(Solo) |
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Each decade there's a brand new breed |
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Of tattoo toe-heads, junk-sick hopeless |
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Just like the others, they will never be free |
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A public prison that they binge in |
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Self-proclaimed kings of their castle |
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Protecting fake territories |
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They don't see |
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The result of their decay |
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Throwing life away |
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Glad it ain't me |
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Swinging fists then swinging hammers |
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Crying out for any answer |
