| «Get back here you little punks! |
| All this shit ain’t gonna move itself!»
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| Life, The front burner of my mind
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| The one thing that I don’t mind to over analyze
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| I, I’ve met with Death a couple times
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| And we both agree that most are,
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| squandering, squandering, squandering their precious time
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| Stop Pushing, Stop Pushing
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| I won’t be a human battery
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| Stop Pushing, Stop Pushing
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| No, no that’s not alright
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| Because I’m stepping out of line forever
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| Get your ass back over here
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| No, not if I only get one life
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| She, She’s got a knack to sniff out lies
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| And I’ll say that you sir are just another lying smotherer trying to control her
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| Life, Should be on the front burner of your mind
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| Cut your ties with all the liars, hearsay,
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| haters, sluts and all the cheats
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| Cut them all loose quick, so
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| you can finally sleep
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| «Oi, I said get our spindly ass back over here you little punk
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| You’re lucky to have this job you ungrateful cunts!
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| Now get back to work and don’t you look at me like that I know what you’re
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| thinking
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| You lazy good for nothing
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| Get back to fucking work!» |