| Breakin' out the old wailing paddle
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| Pull the splinters out of your skin
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| Ice your knuckle, vow revenge
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| Corporal rule, teach it cruel
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| Hard times, you missed a grand time
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| Ingrained acceptance, invisible scars
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| Take your whippin' like a man and you’ll be a winner yeah
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| Don’t you wanna shine like the stars
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| Good boys do good girls don’t
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| Double standards feeding off the rusty remains of the past
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| The things we learn from consequence
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| We’re all just figures messed up in coincidence
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| You live your life by foolishness
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| The things we least require take priority
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| Who listens to the punk rockers anymore?
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| Spit the fire like before, just like Mark Twain
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| Play the roles away
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| Driving past the billboards with the legs that sell
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| Get yourself a new car & a bottle & the babes will follow you
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| It’s all just fun you see, no one gets hurt
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| Why should we question what is commonplace
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| The things we learn from consequence
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| We’re all just figures messed up in coincidence
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| You live your life by foolishness
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| The things we least require take priority
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| Play the roles away
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| …in the classroom, in the back row, some old lecture
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| …in the locker room, there’s an asshole yellin' at your mom
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| …on the bar stool, tryin' not to be, but it’s hard to change
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| …but in the end, who do you think created all the roles that we play? |