| Pretty boy with a gun, bang-bang, fun-fun
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| Pretty girl with a knife, watch your back, it’s your wife!
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| Heroin, load my gun, shoot-shoot, fun-fun
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| Pretty girl on ecstasy, now she wants to fuck me
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| We are the dead
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| We are in league
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| We are the doctors of low self esteem
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| We do it wrong
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| We don’t believe
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| We are the congress of the new disease
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| Pretty thing with no head, that’s OK, better off dead!
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| Warm blood everywhere, shave off all my hair!
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| Pretty girl, what’s she worth?
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| Stick it where it really hurts!
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| Government experiment, welcome to my accident
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| We are the dead
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| We are in league
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| We are the doctors of low self esteem
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| We do it wrong
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| We don’t believe
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| We are the congress of the new disease
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| We are the dead
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| We are in league
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| We are the doctors of low self esteem
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| We do it wrong
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| And we have no fear
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| We are the anti of all you hold dear
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| Social disease, down on your knees
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| Covered in fleas, give me a freeze
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| I am a clown, I am disgrace
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| It’s always thrown up in my face
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| Through ignorance, I always fight
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| Better face it, I’m always right
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| We are the dead
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| We are in league
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| We are the doctors of low self esteem
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| We do it wrong
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| We don’t believe
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| We are the congress of the new disease… |