| The only easy day is yesterday
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| Go on and pull me underwater
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| I know you really can? |
| t be that blind son
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| But I think you think you? |
| re that much smarter
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| It makes it that much more defined (?)
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| Now cough it up and call your mother
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| I see you just can? |
| t find the time
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| But time found me without much bother
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| I saw that boy become a man
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| He bathed in blood just like his father
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| And while in golden gloves and gown (?)
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| He found he wasn? |
| t that much smarter
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| Now what? |
| s in you that is your own
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| Not something you found on the highway
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| I remember that time so long ago
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| When you bought your soul and threw a party
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| Now paint your face, take to the trees
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| There? |
| s more to you than just your cover
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| You? |
| ve got them all down on their knees
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| You? |
| ve got them f*ckking one another
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| You Djed blue and you Djed black
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| So long as they count to a thousand
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| Now get it on, don? |
| t break your back
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| And don? |
| t walk through the public housing (?)
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| Now, hey, Dickholder who? |
| s your man?
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| The scraps you catch ??? |
| past the table
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| You make it all sound like your plan
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| But what you do to get that label?
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| GUITAR SOLO
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| Now, hey, Dickholder who? |
| s your man?
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| The scraps you catch ??? |
| past the table
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| You make it all sound like your plan
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| But what you do to get that label?
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| DICKHOLDER! |