| Looks like all your laws are broken, all your lines are down
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| And all your officers are shook up babbling little clowns
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| Looks like all your power’s gone, it’s sprayed upon the wall
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| In blood and spit, it spells out your inevitable fall
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| And all the hungry outlaws have taken up a stance
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| Simple disobedience
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| Yeah, all the hungry outlaws have taken up a stance
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| Simple disobedience
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| Now all your complex little schemes that form your master plan
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| Are scrambled up and that is something you just don’t understand
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| A cyclone of confusion rips right through your holy troops
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| The very thing that weakens you gives power, gives me juice
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| And all the hungry outlaws have taken up a stance
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| Simple disobedience
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| Yeah, all the hungry outlaws have taken up a stance
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| Simple disobedience
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| Take your laser microscope and try to find an answer
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| No antidote or drug to cure our special strain of cancer
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| It spreads its revolution wide from cell to cell to cell
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| Your kingdom’s like your body, it dies and goes to hell
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| And all the hungry outlaws have taken up a stance
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| Simple disobedience
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| Yeah, all the hungry outlaws have taken up a stance
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| Simple disobedience |