| Hold on to ya fucking fillings man
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| One of me, ten of you
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| But this is my round
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| You think you’re talking to me
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| I think you’re failing to see
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| You’re just a man with a badge
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| And a false flag
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| Where did you get those clothes?
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| From the toilet store
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| Hanging out of the back of a crack whore
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| You don’t know you never did
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| I’ll fucking slaughter you
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| And won’t yield an inch
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| Face down in the river
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| It takes time to discover it all
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| You’ll know when you see it
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| Come and get it and bring all your friends
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| Hear the sound of snakes swimming
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| Under hallowed ground
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| Yet I know it, we don’t need to run
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| When the lights start flashing
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| It’s not us that you’re looking for
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| Look in my eyes, do I need to remind you
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| It’s not the things you’re told
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| That defines you
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| Don’t believe in me or the things that you see
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| Just dig for the truth and you’ll be free
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| Where did you get those clothes?
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| From the toilet store
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| Hanging out of the back of a crack whore
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| You don’t know you never did
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| I’ll fucking slaughter you
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| And won’t yield an inch
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| Face down in the river
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| It takes time to discover it all
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| You’ll know when you see it
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| Rise up. |
| Never. |
| Forget |