| Live like a legend and die like an asshole
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| You dance with the man, shake his hand, shine his shoes
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| Your revolution rock hits sound like shit through your iPod
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| Put fists up like I got, not give me the loot
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| How I tried to buy my soul back
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| But the devil bent me over for it
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| Got me curled up in the shower, scratching the letters that read
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| Dear mother, I sold my soul for management
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| Fog blasts will not mask a stage act unnatural
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| Those timed jumps cause merch bumps, now guests list the suits
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| And past the smoke hangs the backdrop, crowd screams holy mackerel
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| Verse-chorus, verse-chorus, a solo, then boom
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| How I tried to buy my soul back
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| But the devil bent me over for it
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| Got you curled up in the shower, scratching the letters that read
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| Dear mother, I sold my soul for management |