| My whole life
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| I’ve wanted to be bad
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| (To be bad, to be bad, to be bad)
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| But whenever I tried
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| The result was always sad
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| (So sad, so pathetic, weak and sad)
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| However, now I know
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| A certain beau
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| Who doesn’t worry 'bout what’d decent or right
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| (That's you!)
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| NATHANIEL (spoken): Yeah, I got that
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| So how 'bout now
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| You teach me how
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| To be ruthless and cruel
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| Yeah! |
| I’m ready tonight!
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| So strip away my conscience
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| Peel away my values
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| Rip off my compassion with your teeth
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| Pound away my morals
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| Spank off all my kindness, ooh!
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| Expose the dormant bitch that lies beneath
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| You devil
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| Lead me to the dark side
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| Like a lamb to the slaughter
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| Then do me in a hot tub filled with evil 'stead of water
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| Let’s make war not love all night and day
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| It’s hot here in hell so…
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| Strip it all away
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| Stop hitting yourself!
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| Yeah baby
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| You’re a soul-sucking, corporate piece of trash
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| Who only cares about sex, lies and cash
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| So tell me 'bout your sins
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| And shock me with their luridness
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| Let me be your pupil
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| Let me choke on your cocksuredness
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| (Innuendo!)
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| Strip away my conscience
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| Tear away my jew guilt
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| Kiss around my sense of right and wrong
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| But not on it, it’s sensitive
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| Baby, it’s such foreplay
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| When you slither like a moray (Eel!)
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| It’s worth the discomfort of my thong
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| You’re like Professor Snape in his sad dungeon with his potions
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| 'Cause somehow you don’t have that sucky thing called emotions
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| Fifty shades of morally grey
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| And thongs are so uncomfortable so…
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| Strip it all away
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| Strip it all away
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| Strip it all away
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| That was just up my butt |