| Who are you to judge, you arrogant, clueless fool?
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| We know in our hearts you lie
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| And we won’t accept your rules
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| Everything is sex
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| Trust instinct for the truth
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| A pig with cocks in its eyes
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| Masturbating to the end of the world
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| Tell me of the bastards (as my fingers probe the ditch)
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| Tell me of the wastrels (that I may stroke and twitch)
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| Tell me of the have-nots (Spritz deinen Hass in mein gesicht)
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| Tell me of my fellow man (flowing forth in orgasmic bliss)
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| We do not need facts
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| You cannot tell us truths
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| Seething onanistic torment
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| The trusting force of youth
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| Everything is sex
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| Trust instinct for the truth
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| A pig with cocks in its eyes
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| Masturbating to the end of the world
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| Tell me of the bastards (as my fingers probe the ditch)
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| Tell me of the wastrels (that I may stroke and twitch)
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| Tell me of the have-nots (Spritz deinen Hass in mein gesicht)
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| Tell me of my fellow man (flowing forth in orgasmic bliss)
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| A pig with cocks in its eyes
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| Masturbating to the end of the world
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| Tell me of the bastards (as my fingers probe the ditch)
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| Tell me of the wastrels (that I may stroke and twitch)
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| Tell me of the have-nots (Spritz deinen Hass in mein gesicht)
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| Tell me of my fellow man (flowing forth in orgasmic bliss)
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| A pig with cocks in its eyes
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| Masturbating to the end of the world |