| They’re gonna clean up your looks
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| With all the lies in the book
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| To make a pill popper out of you
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| You gotta sleep with a gun
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| And keep an eye on them, son
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| You gotta watch all the things you do
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| And when the morning arrives
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| You got that hope in your eyes
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| But they’ve got nothing so keeping you crazed
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| There' the drugs and the rage
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| The weirdo friends that they make
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| The sex at an early age
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| Teenagers scare
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| The living shit out of me
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| They could care less
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| As long as someone’ll bleed
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| So darken your clothes
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| And strike a violent pose
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| Maybe they’ll leave you alone
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| But not me
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| What hell I’ve done?
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| Am I the reason she’s dumb?
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| Did my overspending make her poor?
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| In my slutty ways
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| Spoke her promiscuous phase
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| Am I the reason that she’s a whore?
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| I’ll tell you:
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| Teenagers scare
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| The living shit out of me
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| They could care less
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| As long as someone’ll bleed
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| So darken your clothes
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| And strike a violent pose
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| Maybe they’ll leave you alone
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| But not me
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| I’ll tell you:
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| Teenagers scare
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| The living shit out of me
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| Some rob you will
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| Maybe they’ll leave you alone
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| But not me
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| One more time
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| Teenagers scare
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| The living shit out of me
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| They could care less
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| As long as someone’ll bleed
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| So darken your clothes
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| And strike a violent pose
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| Maybe they’ll leave you alone
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| But not me |