| My plans for success have gone up in smoke
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| Mocking like neurotic laughter with psychotic jokes
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| Hollywood dreams glisten then fade
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| While Vegas luck sits there and bakes in the shade
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| Sometimes I feel alone
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| Even though I know the voice on the phone
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| Plans of my demise have been discussed
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| By those unknown and those I trust.
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| Venom drips from the vipers fangs
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| I can tell by the way they say my name
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| Promises come with the entangling stipulations
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| Hidden meanings and manipulations.
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| False friends and enemies true
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| Predict tryin’to brave the doom
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| To blister this music some others insight
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| the flames of resistance within to ignite
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| I’m scorching the pillows of doubt when I rest
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| Soothing my ego battered and stressed
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| Many gasping for air apparent
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| Some sincere others uncaring
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| Congrats from Charlatans often display
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| An aroma rampant with rot and decay
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| I’m smiling on the outside But crying in my chest
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| I’m trying to be a man 'cause I want to do my best
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| I’m forging on defyin’defeat
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| The words I speak are bringing the heat
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| Hoping my tongue’s not too rated and then
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| Weary of damaging personal wind
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| I avoid succumbing to the pity and the fuss,
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| while my brain fights off the rust and the dust.
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| I gotta pick my battles sometimes I can’t win 'em.
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| 'cause I’m just a man, flesh and venom.
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| (musical interlude)
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| You see I had to testify before the FCC.
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| So you could hear me on something besides CD or an MP3.
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| Some tried to top me but can’t stop me.
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| They’re hopin’and prayin’that one day my label drops me.
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| But I keep comin back again and again and again
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| Till you hear duh duh duhda duh duh.
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| You’ll start lookin at me like MY name was Rocky
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| Convicted of dreaming in the court of public opinion
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| Soon you’ll see — if you’re paranoid like me |