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I'm the picture of health |
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I'm called the evil one |
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We start a new religion |
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Now the fun's begun |
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Got the sex-beat from the Thunder T's |
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Got voodoo from our stars |
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We got a deadly weapon |
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We call it Bri's guitar |
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There's a method to my madness |
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It's something only time will tell |
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There's a method to my madness |
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Look inside my hell |
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When we got a message |
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They try and stop our song |
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Subliminal suggestions |
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You learned to play along |
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Once I lit a cigarette |
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They threw me in a cell |
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I think the hotel's burning |
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I hear those siren's yell |
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There's a method to my madness |
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It's something only time will tell |
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There's a method to my madness |
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Look inside my hell |
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Said we should be nice boys Like all those other wimps |
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I talk about conspiricies Then you crack the whip |
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"Well boy, you better shut your mouth You can't afford to bail |
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Now don't go telling secrets, This record's gotta sell" |
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There's a method to my madness |
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It's something only time will tell |
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There's a method to my madness |
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Look inside my hell |
