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So, how do you do, yeah! |
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It was nice to meet you but the Grass is growing underneath my Feet. |
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If I had A Dime for every Jerk on the Road. |
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I'd had A House full of Money and A Mouth full of Gold. |
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Who's his Face and what you that Band? |
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Every fucking Day I try to understand. |
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I can't be bothered with your Piece-of-Shit-Band. |
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With your Piece-of-Shit-Music and your Piece-of-Shit-Fans. |
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Get this: |
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your Licks and Riffs are all laced with Shit. |
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But Songs full of nothing are just making me sick. |
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Think you're made 'cause your Mugs are the Cover. |
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But come next Month, they'll be covering someone other. |
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What's that Bro, can't find A Style of your own? |
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You got the Wagon to the left and to the right are the Clones. |
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Don't slap my Back, quoting me as the Man. |
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I want nothing to do with your fucking Band. |
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Trend Killer. |
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Yeah, here comes Johnny smoking three Packs A Day. |
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He thinks he's the Shit with his Band and his Babe. |
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He spent his advance on getting full sleeve Tattoos. |
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Now the Band and Babe split and left with Holes in his Sheos. |
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You burned your Bridges when becoming A Star. |
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But the Cameras stopped flashing at your entourage. |
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You played the Guitar, had it strapped to your Chin. |
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Got A Adam's Apple cut-out and A Hairdo to win. |
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But Times caught up and now your Fame has died. |
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You find yourself alone with No one by your Side. |
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Now, whine, whine, whine is all I hear from your Face. |
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As the "Band of the Week" steps up to take your Place. |
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So here I sit puffin on my Cigar. |
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Chauffeur driving me around in one of my Cars. |
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Management calls but I hang up the Phone. |
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I'm busy doing nothing, so just leave me alone. |
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Life is hard at the Top of the Heap. |
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Got A Million Dollar Habit and my Ends to meet. |
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Dude, I'm sorry to I can't be seen with your Band. |
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Got whatever to do, I'm sure you understand. |
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Is it me, me, me or is it you, you, you? |
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What goes up, up, up must come down, down, down |
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Is it me, me, me or is it you, you, you? |
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What goes up, up, up must come down, down, down |
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