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There's something in the way you people smell, |
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Like you've got no soul at all, |
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Fingers crawling with ringworm, |
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Your sneer's a mating call, |
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To lure in others of your breed, |
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Spread that smug and slimy seed, |
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Borrow quotes from the culture, |
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Crowded like weeds. |
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Is your schedule sufficient tonight, you toad? |
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Hop another bar until the rooster crows. |
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This song belongs to you, |
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And all your crew. |
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This curse will sting the worst, |
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As it shall mar you. |
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All rise! |
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All rise! |
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I'd rather spend an evening giving birth than see how you rise a groove on everyone but the person you're talking to. |
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Trapped between babushkas on a plane is a fraction of how lame |
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It is to watch you pump the poison through your veins. |
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Is your schedule sufficient tonight, you crow? |
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Squawk another song until your heart explodes! |
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This song belongs to you, |
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And all your crew. |
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This curse will sting the worst, |
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As it shall mar you. |
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You probably think this means I give up on you. |
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The saddest part is this is why I come, |
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To watch and pray that I'm mistaken, |
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And pray I'm not the only one, |
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Try not to care about this, |
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I'm knowing this is hopeless; |
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No one notices it's, |
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Not losing sleep over this; |
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You people are unredeemable, indescribable, all but evil. |
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"You know very well, what you are, |
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Don't let 'em write you off. |
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You wear your scars, |
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I've had a few, but not that many. |
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But you're the only one, |
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Who gives me good and plenty." |
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This song belongs to you, |
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And all your crew. (You're the only one) |
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This curse will sting the worst, |
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As it shall mar you. (You're the only one) |