| What do you think when you spit in my face
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| How does if feel to accuse and to haze
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| Now look at me, I’m not one of your kind
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| And I prefer to stay behind
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| And walk the wicked way
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| We don’t wanna be like you
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| Don’t you get that king of fools
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| We don’t mind your life is trite
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| You are the king of fools
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| We’re never gonna be like you
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| We don’t follow — king of fools
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| You’re the blind to lead the blind
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| And I walk the wicked way
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| You feel at ease as you flock with the masses
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| What do you see with your heads in their asses
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| Keep on railing at what I believe
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| Call me insane and I am proud to be
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| And walk the wicked way
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| We don’t wanna be like you
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| Don’t you get that king of fools
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| We don’t mind your life is trite
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| You are the king of fools
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| We’re never gonna be like you
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| We don’t follow — king of fools
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| You are the blind to lead the blind — oh
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| We don’t wanna be like you
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| Don’t you get that king of fools
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| We don’t mind your life is trite
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| You are the king of fools
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| We’re never gonna be like you
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| We don’t follow — king of fools
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| You are the blind to lead the blind — oh
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| You are the king of fools |