| As one of 8 billion people with an axe to grind
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| It’s all I can do to let myself unwind
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| Postcards to the torture town I left so far behind
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| Please don’t ever leave me alone with my mind
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| Somewhere monks are chanting to cure disease
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| And when it all comes together it’s a spiritual tease
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| Of the highest degree
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| What am I walking into?
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| A pit of money or a pit of despair?
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| What room am I checking into?
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| At the Hotel Mary Chang I’ll see you there, I’ll see you there
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| Ready or not, here I come
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| One foot in front of the other
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| Chewing acid gum
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| I don’t know what’s happening
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| Could this be foreshadowing?
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| The lights, they drive me crazy
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| Changes happen suddenly
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| Settling in now for your third degree
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| I’m in the market for some more money
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| I’m the lone sane man in the asylum
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| I deal in souls, got loads of space to file them
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| I chant nonsense, holding serpents and vipers
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| While driving through a shit storm with faulty wipers
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| This heat is real (We're either gonna die or lose a lot of weight)
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| This heat we feel (We're either gonna die or lose a lot of weight)
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| This heat is real (We're either gonna die or lose a lot of weight)
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| This heat we feel (We're either gonna die or lose a lot of weight)
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| This heat is real
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| This heat we feel
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| This heat we feel
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| This heat we feel
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| Why am I checking in here?
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| 'Cause I accumulated points and got a deal
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| So why do I have to stay here?
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| At the Hotel Mary Chang nothing is real, nothing is real
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| Why do I waste away here?
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| Because my hardened soul stopped working long ago
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| So why do I face the fear?
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| At the Hotel Mary Chang it’s all I know, it’s all I know |