| There you are alone | |
| With no hope of ever having | |
| Something to be proud of | |
| Something earned without begging | |
| Yes, I know you're a person | |
| A person close to me | |
| Who do think you are? | |
| And what do you want from me? | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| You got the dykes off I think they'll mind me | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| The rag I'm on, we are justified | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| Congrats you just fucked up my make-up and shit | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| What have you done for me? | |
| (Whoo, whoo!) | |
| Why are you at home | |
| Buried in your self pity? | |
| Why do you insist on | |
| Living the life clean out of me? | |
| Yes, I know you're the person | |
| The person that took time with me | |
| Does it give you the right to expect | |
| Your life revolves around me? | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| You have come to take from your buddy | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| You have never been so funky | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| The higgle got sick of me | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| Ahh, the dick is fine for the day | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| Your brother took it from me | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| Unidentified enemy | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| Come fuckin back to save us, and give up, they've come to deliver me | |
| (You were my brother) | |
| Where does our friendship end? | |
| (You were my brother) | |
| Where does our friendship end? | |
| (You were my brother) | |
| Where does our friendship end? | |
| (You were my) | |
| I'm not gonna give in | |
| (You were my brother) | |
| Where does our friendship end? | |
| (You were my brother) | |
| Where does our friendship end? | |
| (You were my brother) | |
| Where does our friendship end? | |
| (You were my) | |
| I'm not gonna give in | |
| How can you fucking doubt me? | |
| But not again | |
| How can you fucking doubt me? | |
| But not again | |
| How can you fucking doubt me? | |
| But not again | |
| (Something to have) | |
| How can you fucking doubt me? | |
| But not again | |
| How can you fucking doubt me? | |
| But not again | |
| How can you fucking doubt me? | |
| But not again | |
| (Something to have) | |
| How can you fucking doubt me? | |
| But not again | |
| How can you fucking doubt me? | |
| But not again | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| They've driven right by my friends | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| They've taken the take above me | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| And you're a psycho monkey | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| They've come to enslave me | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| They've jacked themselves onto me | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| Your fuckin' gangster signs | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| They've come not to same them but to take | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| Fuckin' death to fuckin' me | |
| You're all psychopaths | |
| You're all psychopaths | |
| You're all psychopaths | |
| You're all psychopaths | |
| You're all psychopaths | |
| You're all psychopaths | |
| You're all psychopaths | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| Jerome died at the technodrome | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| You're right, he's dead, teargas dropped but who was it? | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| It doesn't take the rhythm of the damn monger | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| Can I die, can I die? | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| And then, the men kept kicking me | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| He gets them on, and they're cool | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| He wasn't dead, and then they knocked him on top of the head | |
| (Ball tongue) | |
| No more, he's rid of you and you're a dyke |
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