| Tell me you like it
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| Tell me you like it
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| You say you’ve found yourself a new sound
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| The shit’s loaded and ready to go
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| A bit too much just like the old sound
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| Already heard it for the hundredth time
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| One hundred more all have the same sound
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| Running around with all the sheep that you know
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| “It’s so sublime; |
| they’re breaking new ground”
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| “They’re sure to have another hit this time"
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| Come on, can’t you just leave it alone?
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| It doesn’t have any soul
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| Just find a thing of your own
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| And stop pretending to know
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| As the countless numbers hunger
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| For worldwide renown
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| All the pimping sons of plunder
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| Will roll up their sleeves
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| All searching for the answers
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| They don’t even care to know
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| Give it to me, give it to me
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| You like it?
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| I’m still surrounded by the “new sound”
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| I’ve had enough, and I’m ready to go
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| A stranglehold throughout the world, now
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| The new obsession will fade in time
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| A thin reminder of the past, now
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| All convoluted, hardly ready to go
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| Their whines and moans will never last now
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| I think you’ve given us our fill this time
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| Come on, can’t you just leave it alone?
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| It doesn’t have any soul
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| Just find a thing of your own
|
| And stop pretending to know
|
| As the countless numbers hunger
|
| For worldwide renown
|
| All the pimping sons of plunder
|
| Will roll up their sleeves
|
| All searching for the answers
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| They don’t even care to know
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| Give it to me, give it to me
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| You like it?
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| As it’s blown apart
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| Hundreds thrown away
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| Makes me question just what I believe
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| Brothers torn apart
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| Mindless drones enslaved
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| Makes me search for an answer
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| I don’t want to know
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| It’s like a plague from below
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| Killing all that I know
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| One hundred voices, the same
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| Drench their sorrow in flame
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| As the countless numbers hunger
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| For worldwide renown
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| All the pimping sons of plunder
|
| Will roll up their sleeves
|
| All searching for the answers
|
| They don’t even care to know
|
| Give it to me, give it to me
|
| As the countless numbers hunger
|
| For worldwide renown
|
| All the pimping sons of plunder
|
| Will roll up their sleeves
|
| All searching for the answers
|
| They don’t even care to know
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| Give it to me, give it to me
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| You like it? |