| We got our middle fingers up
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| You know that we don’t give a fuck
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| I’ll make a wish on broken luck
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| I know, I know, I know, I know
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| They ain’t gonna ever shut us down
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| And it could never be too loud
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| We’ll push it til we’re blacking out
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| Born to raise hell!
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| I try to tell em but they don’t hear me
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| I try to tell em but they don’t hear me
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| I try to tell em but they don’t hear me
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| Born to raise hell
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| They try to tell me but I won’t listen
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| They try to tell me but I won’t listen
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| They try to tell me but I won’t listen
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| Born to raise hell
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| Don’t do me no fuckin favors, I feel like I’m fucked and famous
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| The city of angels, so I’m at home in a club of strangers
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| An open wound, but I don’t need pressure
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| I drink a bottle of Winehouse, and pop a couple Heath Ledgers
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| They try to tell me pull my pants higher
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| And when they call me a lost boy, I tell em I’m a vampire
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| They try to tell me but I won’t listen
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| They only see a tattooed felon with a drug addiction
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| They ain’t gonna ever shut us down
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| And it could never be too loud
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| We’ll push it til we’re blacking out
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| Born to raise hell
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| This is for the kid’s that never got to be children
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| This is demolition for your office buildin
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| Drop the ceiling, pop a pill in to stop this feelin
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| I swear to god I almost pulled a Robin Williams
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| You say you love it for the rush, and I can’t get enough
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| And I just wanna be here
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| Never been afraid, never been a saint, I just wanna be clear
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| Never gonna change, stuck in all my ways
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| And I just gotta be real, I ain’t gonna run
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| Born to raise hell |