| I’m not a sinner nor a saint, I guess I’m everything you ain’t
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| And that’s supposed to mean a damn thing to me
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| And if you think I need advice
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| You’d better stop and think twice
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| Because you’ve mistaken me for someone who cares
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| Yeah that’s the way I am
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| If you give me some lip you know
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| You’re gonna get back some shit you know
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| Nobody ever showed me how
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| And if this country’s still free
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| Then I will be all I can be without advice
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| I’m not one for fashion or the latest stupid trend
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| It doesn’t bother me if I’m out of style
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| Cause what I might call fun
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| Is to drink and shoot guns
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| And maybe pick on my guitar for a while
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| Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to be behind those beady eyes.
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| (It's just an ego driven temporary high)
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| What makes you believe you’re so much better that the average telling lies
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| (Go tell your lies to someone else)
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| And if you share your opinion
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| I warn you now you gotta be prepared, ‘cause I’m good with who I am and I don’t
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| give a damn.
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| So don’t waste your time, here’s a dime, go call someone, ‘cause I don’t
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| fuckin' care!
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| I don’t want your advice
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| You can take your advice
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| And stick it up your ass! |