| Anchor men spike their blood
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| Wear a mask of mud, cucumbers cut to fit their eyes
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| So no one would know how tired they’ve grown
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| Of talking and telling their lies
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| While the tv’s change stations
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| Scroll messages, victims and christains both drinking blood
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| And they’ll pray for the destrucion
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| Of all hatred, more often just those with hate for us Cause it hurts when you discover ones worse and ones better
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| To suffer or cause others to And you can live by your concious
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| Now guilt is a concept you’re no longer subscribing to There’s a virgin in my bed
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| And she’s taking off her dress
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| And I’m not sure what I am goin' do There’s a song stuck in my head
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| And i can’t help singing it Oh how i hope my singin pleases you
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| Cause this is not who i’ve become but who you make me into
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| We’ve got no health insurance
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| No cellular service
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| No disease they can cure
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| But we need more money to burn
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| So each person must learn the dollar amount they are worth
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| And those pills make me dizzy, forgetting my body
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| I watch as it walks away
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| And i just keep drinking the poisen
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| And smoking the cartons
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| A pack and a half a day
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| And so when time comes to claim me My friends and my family will gather around my grave
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| And they’ll believe that they knew me And love me and miss me And all call me by my name
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| So immagine what you want and hold onto that thought
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| Cause that’s as close as it will ever come
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| And believe you’re were you’re are
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| Keep acting out the part
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| But at the end of the day
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| The trees all get wheeled away
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| And you’ll be standing alone in a blank, blank space
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| So believe you’re who you are
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| And stay in character
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| But at the end of the play the audience walks away
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| And I’ll be shivering cold on a well lit stage |