| Backstabbin', moneygrabbin', son of a bitch, you’re going down
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| You’ve been up in the clouds but now you’re hitting the ground
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| Asskissin', sensemissin', you talk a lot of shit
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| We are playing for you so now you face the music
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| Misplaced, twofaced kid who got too much attention
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| How can one fucked up kid cause this much tension
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| Double-talker, crap-stalker I’ve had enough
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| We took you in and believed you were a friend and then you took a crap on us
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| Now I ask, who can you trust?
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| We gave you respect, now see what we get, in return you took a crap on us
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| Now I know, Your no one to trust…
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| Destroy the scene within and you’re hitting the ground
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| — You're going down
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| Now sail on through, the wind don’t change for you, but you change just like
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| the wind
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| Blow away and we’ll accept your sin
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| You came from the west, with what we detest, now the direction of the wind
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| Has turned, so let us begin… by saying…
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| You paint a false picture and stick on the wall
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| How dare you hang around and mock the shit out of us all
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| Every true artist says: «We're not gonna take it!»
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| Show your face here again and we are gonna break it
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| You’re gonna pay… |