| Concrete, bulletproof
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| Invisible, and fried
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| You’ve been looking for a life
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| But you’ve got to get high
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| You can’t help but steal
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| From your family and friends
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| Our flames grow ignorant
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| And a means to an end
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| Crackin' up!
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| Crackin' up!
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| Crackin' up!
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| Rushed right through me
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| You must destroy yourself to get old
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| I’ve got to get one of these trees right back to me
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| Well, it must be the chemistry
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| The sexual pace of the human race
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| With dynamite guns and loaded runs
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| Look at me, I’m high on life
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| Until I saw it again — AHHHH!
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| Crackin' up!
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| Crackin' up!
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| Crackin' up!
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| Well, I warned you once, and I warned you twice
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| And the next time I tell you ain’t gonna be so nice
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| So you better listen up, and you better listen good
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| Cuz the world is crackin' up just like a broken piece of wood
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| You got your rats in the desert on an empty piece of land
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| Gonna blow each other up for what’s under the sand
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| So you grab a little pipe, and it’ll take it all away
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| But the world’s still crackin' and nothin' gonna change
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| Crackin' up!
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| Crackin' up!
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| Crackin' up!
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| Crackin' up!
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| Feels good!
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| Crackin' up!
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| Crackin' up!
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| Crackin' up!
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| Crackin' up!
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| Crackin' up!
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| Crackin' up!
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| Crackin' up!
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| Crackin' up!
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| Feels good!
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| Crackin' up!
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| This is what you want
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| Crackin' up!
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| This is what you get… |