| Don’t wanna talk about «unity»
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| Don’t even want to unite
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| Don’t wanna write a down tempo riff
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| So that the apes can fight
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| Because I’m bored
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| And I’m sick
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| Of these bands that sound like shit
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| Of guitarists with no riffs
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| Of drummers that are scared to hit
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| Pretty boys
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| Tough guys
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| Traditional tattooed thighs
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| Call-Outs
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| Sick of Trump
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| And songs about police
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| I’ll «wake the fuck up»
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| When your music stops making me yawn
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| And I’ll «move this room»
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| When the statues on stage start moving too
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| If you think I’m soft
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| You couldn’t be more wrong
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| I’ve got a big heart full of love
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| And I’ll tear you down
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| You just wait and see
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| Hype don’t mean a thing to me
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| Your band’s a fucking joke
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| Next time I’ll just stay home
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| I want this smile to shatter all your god damned teeth
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| I want this love to break your heart
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| I want these open arms to wrap around your throat
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| My love will tear you apart |