| Poor big baby
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| You poor sad fucking baby
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| Poor poor poor poor
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| (cry me a river)
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| Clichés are changing
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| Now there’s nothing kitsch about you
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| You’re just a leather face with a hard cock
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| Blowing lines in a punk club bathroom
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| Dreaming of 1966 bitches
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| The way they flocked to your dick and riches
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| Like a pack of dogs in a fried chicken kitchen
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| Now they’re moms and leaders
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| Gone with the wind
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| And you’re just gonorrhea
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| A fraud and a peon
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| That never went beyond
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| Your own ego
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| When the g’s turn to c-notes
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| You can just sit and wait for the lesser of 6 million evils
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| This is not New York
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| This is not a sold out crowd
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| I am not a water boy
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| I am not your conscience
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| Good Grizzly God
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| Tell me this is not what I’ll become
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| Because i can barely stand the backstage stench of cum
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| That’s dried on tagged couches
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| And if I see another cock and balls drawn on this green room wall then i might
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| quit
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| We slept in cold sweat across the Midwest
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| Playing metal shows for drunken whores in clown suits who couldn’t care less
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| Lost girlfriends and jobs
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| All for the love of a song
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| All for the 15 minute moment of glory that’s now gone
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| Paid with fried cheese and bad beer, and I don’t drink beer
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| We grew beards in those European vans
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| Where fruit flies fluttered on farm fresh pears
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| And dead deer diaries began (peace to 2mex)
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| So wrap yourself in the skin of frozen bison
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| To protect that pretty face from the ice wind
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| We try to win but we’re just humans with vices and sins
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| And time is spread thin
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| Like birthday cake icing
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| I tried to tell you backstage
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| But the women got in the way
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| And the drugs had already hit your brain
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| I wanted to tell you backstage
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| I tried to tell you backstage
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| But the women got in the way
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| And the drugs had already hit your brain
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| When they reminisce over you
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| And speak as if your life is through
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| It just might be true
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| (Pete Rock and CL Smooth)
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| I tried to tell you in the van but I couldn’t focus on anything cause you were
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| shaking hands
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| Tried to tell backstage
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| Tried to tell you in the van
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| I tried to tell you in the hotel room but it’s tough to talk when everybody’s
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| around
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| Couldn’t remember the words to those songs and everything that I was thinking
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| would just come out wrong |