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Nine out of ten mortals agree today |
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Too much fame causes spiritual decay |
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To all the punks who believe that life imitates music |
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No more candy for you, we can't hang with you |
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To all the punks who wanna be rock stars they do what they do |
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There's no future for you, that's the life of a fool |
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No more candy, no more candy for you |
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We're too funky and you can't handle our groove |
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To all the freaks in the magazines who never paid no dues |
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No more candy for you, you can't sing it's true |
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To all the freaks walking into walls somebody put a spell on you |
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No more candy for you, I guess the devil got a brand new fool |
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No more candy, no more candy for you |
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We're too funky and you can't handle our groove |
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No more candy for you |
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No more candy, no more candy |
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No more candy, no more candy |
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No more candy, no more candy for you |
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Look out sugar |
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No more candy, no more candy for you |
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To all the haters on the Internet somebody's lookin' at you |
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No more candy for you, they got your number now, fool |
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To all the suckers winning anything thanking the Lord for what you do |
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No more candy for you, no more candy for you |
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No more candy, no more candy for you |
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No more candy for you, you |
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No more candy, no more candy for you |
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I am too funky and you can't handle my groove |
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No more candy, no more candy for you |
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No more candy for you |
