| Looks like we’re not out yet.
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| These musicians ain’t our friends.
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| Obscure and broke they hate us for never helping them out.
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| They’re holding us back.
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| We’re under attack.
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| I can fight one or two.
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| But not all of these dudes.
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| We need a plan. |
| There’s too many of ‘em.
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| I can’t take em all.
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| We gotta think like one of em.
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| Looks like they got us beat.
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| Looks like we’ll meet defeat.
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| What if we gave them no reason to hate us anymore.
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| Gimme the pen I’m gonna write a
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| check so they can buy some
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| groceries and pay the rent.
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| Takes my strings you could probably use ems.
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| Take my sticks and play the drums
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| Take my pick and play the bass.
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| We’re gonna help you rock this place!
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| The only way to- get on through you
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| is given it back. |
| Giving to you.
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| We won’t beat you. |
| But we can help you.
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| It took some time to realize that we are just like you.
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| I can’t believe how good it feels to be
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| giving to you, you’re giving back to me.
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| Oh no, we might’ve beat em,
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| but these junkies, they need us to feed them.
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| We need some drugs.
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| I don’t have none.
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| Whats we gonna do?
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| Oh shit we’re fucked!
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| Ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku
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| cocaine!
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| Ku ku I’ll fend em off.
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| Ku ku you save yourselves.
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| The only way to get on through you
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| is given it back. |
| Giving to you.
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| We won’t beat you.
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| But we can help you.
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| It took some time to realize that we are just like you.
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| It feels so good. |
| It feels so good.
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| Yeah. |
| Oh no no no no.
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| It feeeeels so good.
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| So good I’m giving to you. |