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Cyclops

Save your mundane platitudes for those who give a shit
I’ll burn in hell and be through with it
I’ve got a life, it ain’t big but it’s a life
I’ve got clothes and heaven knows that I’ve still got my health
I look good if I do say so myself
I’ve got a soul, it ain’t yours but it’s a soul
Chalk up my lack of fire to self control
All the dicks with nightsticks
Poison boys with blue
All the dumb and uglies in your wrecking crue
They make me bleed nothin I can do
Wouldn’t be so sure if I were you
Weren’t you the guys with get-lost eyes
Found me again but this time you’re here too late
That made my highschool great?
I paid my dues when I wore corrective shoes
Toughest kid in gym class
When I earned the right to ignore you
Terror in the hall
Captain every fall
Necking with the prom queen
Can’t cut me now cause your knife’s too dull
It must piss you off to know it all