| In a flickering lobby i fume
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| Next to the vending machine
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| Kick it and shake it
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| It won’t let go of the litigations i paid for
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| With my christmas bill
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| We walked downtown in the rain
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| And she stumbled around us
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| Thought i might keep them at bay
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| But they sold their scum really early
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| I have been wronged
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| You’ve got to hear yourself
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| Got to let your legs just run, run, run, run, run, run, run
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| You feel their kingdom come
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| You see thy will be done, done, done, done, done
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| Done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done
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| Slithering slow through the grass
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| Infrared goggles on my head
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| Wringing the blood from your hair
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| You left your teeth on the bureau
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| Oh what has, what has
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| What has gone wrong?
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| Nothing has changed
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| President’s day has come and gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
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| Pick up a rifle and pick off the sores
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| One by one, one, one, one, one, one
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| The neighbors are acting suspicious
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| Their curtains are down, down, down, down, down, down
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| Smuggle the sweetest in secrets all under now
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| Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
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| Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me |