| Placing the blame, you lose the power to change.
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| Less arranging the blame. |
| How we to gain?
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| Uh Uh
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| How do they blame old, plain old Paul?
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| All fall together like they were sitting up on the pay role
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| of Adolf Hitler.
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| They used the bottle and took more comical shit than
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| Kenny could shovel.
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| But I love you. |
| Knowing that I loving you,
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| hate fuels the flame for me to remain above of you.
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| Show them here you couldn’t blame me.
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| You cruise, shot through cos you adamant like Dick Cheney.
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| Still blaming, I owe you shit.
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| Don’t owe you zip, don’t owe you shit.
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| 'nless I shit in the bag and the flame is lit
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| and I place it on your porch and the doorbell ring…
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| …a-ring a rosie, now everybody knows me.
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| Just more people that can blow me.
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| Oh what a shame.
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| It’s like,
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| Murder Murder Murder Murder.
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| Won’t say a word to no one
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| and now it’s over.
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| Cos it’s like,
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| Murder Murder Murder Murder.
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| Cos this is the end
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| and you could never see it.
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| If it was up to him, I would be blaming my Ma for my skintone,
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| blame my Dad for never ever being home,
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| blame the booze for making me lethal
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| and Yoko for breaking up the Beatles.
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| And I could blame Hollywood for the world’s mess
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| and life for giving me jealous girlfriends.
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| Lay in faith for the weight on my back,
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| but when you point the finger, three point back at you
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| and you
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| and you
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| and yoouu
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| Aww poor baby, you blaming your parents.
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| They’re in the wrong cos their caring was so rare
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| and they never said that they loved you,
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| so you Kung-Fu fighting the world
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| run through with the one two.
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| Can’t undo a monsoon, you can’t come to my party
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| acting like you were Arnie, one man army with the tsunami
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| riding, starting with Drapht over punani.
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| Nah nah nah nah, man you dreaming.
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| You think the world gonna change when you leaving us?
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| You ain’t Jesus Bruz,
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| just a little bit of Cletus
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| little bit of Beavis Butthead.
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| Can’t leave stuck in the past.
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| The darkest the fear, where the dark blame the fear
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| and the fear blame the dark.
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| They say D-rapht forgot his roots, but I remember,
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| her, her, her, her and you.
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| It’s like,
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| Murder Murder Murder Murder.
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| Won’t say a word to no one
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| and now it’s over.
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| Cos it’s like,
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| Murder Murder Murder Murder.
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| Cos this is the end
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| and you could never see it.
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| Tomorrow will never end like this.
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| You out of sight, out of mind.
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| Never thought I had friends like this,
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| never will let them fool me twice.
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| Sorry it had to end like this.
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| Sorry you ain’t a friend of mine.
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| Never again have friends like this
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| and sorry that you were left behind.
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| Because, I should be blaming Ma for my skintone,
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| blame my Dad for never ever being home,
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| blame the booze for making me lethal
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| and Yoko for breaking up the Beatles.
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| And I could blame Hollywood for the world’s mess
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| and life for giving me jealous girlfriends.
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| Lay in faith for the weight on my back,
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| but when you point the finger, three point back at you. |