| I’m walking on the street
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| And every person gives me a pill
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| Ain’t no drug, ain’t no medicine
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| These pills are different in taste, form and color
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| These pills are everything these people believe in
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| Don’t call me stupid
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| Don’t take me seriously
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| No one can tell you how your taste should be
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| I can be serious
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| Yes, more than serious
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| Swallow no pills and sing with me
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| I like spice girls, so what? |
| So what?
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| Am I an incoherent man? |
| So what?
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| Purity ain’t the answer to anything
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| If mama said
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| «Get the lead outta yer head»
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| There must be a reason
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| We take no suggestion
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| We need no prediction
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| You think you’re pure always eating the same shit
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| My stubborn narrow brother
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| What you call purity makes you sick
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| Don’t call me stupid
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| Don’t take me seriously
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| No one can tell you how your taste should be
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| I can be serious
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| Yes, more than serious
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| Swallow no pills and sing with me
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| I like spice girls, so what? |
| So what?
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| Am I an incoherent man? |
| So what?
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| Purity ain’t the answer to anything
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| I like fat girls, so what?
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| I don’t wear shoes, so what?
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| I dig couchsurfing and golf
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| I like to say, «so what»!
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| Stop thinking that you can’t
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| There’s so much more to enjoy
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| In your «purity» there’s no point
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| In the end, life is only a matter of habits
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| The problem is to get habited to this idea
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| Don’t be trapped in foolish tricks
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| Close your eyes, enjoy the meal
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| Only then you can spit your judgement
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| Spare me your pill, I take no restrictions
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| Spare me your pill, I dig contradiction
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| I won’t be trapped in your foolish tricks
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| I close my eyes; |
| I enjoy my meal
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| I am the one to say what’s good for me
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| I like spice girls? |
| So what? |
| So what?
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| Am I an incoherent man? |
| So what? |
| So what?
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| Spice fucking girls! |
| So what?
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| Purity ain’t the answer to anything |