| Wonder what it was that made you this way?
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| Maybe as a baby, you dropped your rattle
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| It still rattles you to this day
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| You better practice your evil looks in the mirror, they don’t work on me
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| Slowly crawling up from the down low
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| The other cops still call you fatso
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| A short fuse and a top to blow
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| Unhappy wife, shitty life, hit the bottle
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| Your whole world dropped from under you
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| Left you with sorry excuses
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| Left you with meaningless things to prove
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| Like why you became a cop
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| Why did you become a cop?
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| Wonder what it was that made you this way?
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| Maybe as a kid, your toys were taken away
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| It still toys with you to this day
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| You better practice your evil looks in the mirror, they don’t work on me
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| Slowly crawling up from the down low
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| The other cops still call you fatso
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| A short fuse and a top to blow
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| Unhappy wife, shitty life, hit the bottle
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| Your whole world dropped from under you
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| Left you with sorry excuses
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| Left you with meaningless things to prove
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| Like why you became a cop
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| Why did you become a cop?
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| Shut the fuck up
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| After my court date, I’ll forget about you
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| I’ll tell my cell mates, I’ll forget about you
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| After the jail break, I’ll forget about you
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| After I’m through singing this song, I’ll forget about you
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| I’ll forget about you |