| Is it merely because you’re down on your luck
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| Or is cause you’re lazy as fuck
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| Pick the words that best describe you
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| Hide them in the soles of your shoe
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| Can you feel the fury’s running a muck
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| Running over you like a monster truck
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| You’re not doing what you were born to do
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| Stop pretending like you don’t know it’s true
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| The thing I like most about you
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| Is that you’re held together with glue
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| And you let them tell what you can’t do
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| Even though they all do it too
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| Now you’re getting what you give
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| Everything is relative
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| Increase the cost
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| We both are lost
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| Now that I live with you
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| Ahhhhhh ha ha ha haaaaa
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| Is our society that’s making you sick
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| Or could it be you’re just a nasty prick
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| Hiding all your meanest faces
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| Retreating to your hiding places
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| Is the quicksand you’re in running too quick
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| Cause getting out of that would be a neat trick
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| And everything you do goes nowhere
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| It’s as if you have to lie to cut your hair
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| But you got a couple of good things going for you
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| You got a pentagram tattoo
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| And an authentic didgeridoo
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| Even though you can’t carry a tune
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| And the good times have to end
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| Hope to see you around here again
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| You best believe
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| That I can’t leave
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| When I’m still in you |