| So they say you’re troubled, boy
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| Just because you like to destroy
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| All the things that bring the idiots joy
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| Well, what’s wrong with a little destruction?
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| And the Kunst won’t talk to you
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| 'Cause you kissed St Rollox Adieu
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| 'Cause you robbed a supermarket or two
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| Well, who gives a damn about the profits of Tesco?
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| Did I see you in a limousine?
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| Flinging out the fish and the unleavened?
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| Turn the rich into wine as you walk on the mean
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| Well, the fallen are the virtuous among us
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| Walk among us, never judge us
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| Yeah, we’re all…
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| Up now and get 'em, boy
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| Up now and get 'em, boy
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| Drink to the devil and death at the doctors
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| Did I see you in a limousine?
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| Flinging out the fish and the unleavened?
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| Well, five-thousand users fed today
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| Oh, as you feed us, won’t you lead us
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| To be blessed?
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| So we stole and drank Champagne
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| On the seventh seal, you said you never feel pain
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| I never feel pain, won’t you hit me again?
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| I need a bit of black and blue to be a rotation
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| In my blood, I felt bubbles burst
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| There was a flash of fist, an eyebrow burst
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| You’ve a lazy laugh and a red white shirt
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| I fall to the floor, fainting at the sight of blood
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| Did I see you in a limousine?
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| Flinging out the fish and the unleavened?
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| You turn the rich into wine, walk on the mean
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| Be they Magdalene or virgin, you’ve already been
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| You’ve already been, and we’ve already seen
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| That the fallen are the virtuous among us
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| Walk among us, never judge us
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| To be blessed
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| La la la la
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| La la la la la la la
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| La la la la, la la la la
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| So I’m sorry if I ever resisted
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| I never had a doubt you ever existed
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| I only have a problem when people insist on
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| Taking their hate, placing it on your name
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| Some say you’re troubled, boy
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| Just because you like to destroy
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| You are the word, the word is 'destroy'
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| I break this bottle, think of you fondly
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| Did I see you in a limousine?
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| Flinging out the fish and the unleavened?
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| To the whore in a hostel and the scum of a scheme
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| Turn the rich into wine, walk on the mean
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| It’s not a jag in the arm, it’s a nail in the beam
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| On the barren Earth, you scatter your seed
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| Be they Magdalene or virgin, you’ve already been
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| You’ve already been, yeah, we’ve already seen
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| Yeah, you’ve already been
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| We’ve already seen
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| That the fallen are the virtuous among us
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| Walk among us, oh, if you judge us
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| We’re all damned |