| My land is wide
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| My skies are blue
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| My goals are high
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| My mark is you
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| My hands are red
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| My legs are long
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| My word is spread
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| Be it right or wrong
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| Good luck getting me to commit
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| My a.k.a. is hypocrite
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| Rather be bullying the underfed
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| And treat you like you got a hole in your head
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| I go…
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| Right round pushing out the riff raff
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| No matter where it came from
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| Never mind the wisdom
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| Only see it my way
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| Take it or the highway
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| Welcome to the land of Generica
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| My grass is green
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| My bonds are junk
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| My truth looks sheen
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| My soul’s in a funk
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| My eyes are blind
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| My talk is cheap
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| My heart is fickle
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| My tax is steep
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| Try my McNuggets and a side of fries
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| Just might kill you off but never-mind
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| Call my doctor to set up a time
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| Two hundred grand oughta do just fine
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| I go…
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| Right round pushing out the riff raff
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| No matter where it came from
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| Never mind the wisdom
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| You only have two choices
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| Guest list or black list
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| Welcome to the land of Generica
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| Don’t go thinking outside of the box
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| Might have to kick you right in the crotch
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| Stick with me Mr. Stereotype
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| You know it man, I’ll keep you up on the hype
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| I go…
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| Right round imposing my creation
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| Mass produce it for you
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| Everything looks brand new
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| Put it all on credit
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| A hundred years to pay it
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| Force you to agree
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| While your smiling at me
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| Whoopee!
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| I go…
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| Right round pushing out the riff raff
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| No matter where it came from
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| Never mind the wisdom
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| Only see it my way
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| Take it or the highway
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| Welcome to the land of Generica, Generica |