| They told me that I couldn’t come back here again
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| Took me for some kind of fool
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| Said I was doing things that never should be done
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| But I don’t care about their rules
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| As if I cared 'bout the little minds
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| In the little heads of the herd
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| There’s nothing you could dream
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| Would be more absurd
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| And everybody knows
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| These are rock hard times
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| I gotta make it through
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| These are rock hard times
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| I don’t know what it is they’re trying to do to me
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| Make me into some sick joke
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| But no one’s laughing and least of all, not me
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| It’s hard to laugh as you choke
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| Hollywood lies piled up to the sky
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| Floating your way soon
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| Hope you like the rotten stench of doom
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| And everybody knows
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| These are rock hard times
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| I gotta make it through
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| These are rock hard times
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| And everybody knows
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| These are rock hard times
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| I gotta make it through
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| These are rock hard times
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| I don’t know what it is they think I’m gonna try
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| They don’t know what they need to fear
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| The surest sign that the end is coming soon
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| Is right there in the bathroom mirror
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| Everybody knows
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| These are rock hard times
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| I gotta make it through
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| These are rock hard times
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| These are rock hard times |