| Lately everyone I know
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| Has been shittin' all over me
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| Hey you, and all of my good friends
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| They disowned my fucking friends and me
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| I guess it’s because
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| I gotta go off in my little own direction
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| But fuck 'em all. |
| I’ll never follow
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| They can suck on my erection
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| Why do you drink?
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| GG, why d’you smoke dope?
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| Why must you live out
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| The songs that you wrote?
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| Over and over everybody makes my prediction
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| So if I get fucked up I’m just carryin' on an old
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| Scumfuc tradition
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| You know I’ve fucked some ladies
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| And I love to drink my Jim Beam
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| And they both tried to kill me
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| Back in nineteen eighty-three
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| When the doctor he asked me, he said, «GG
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| How’d you get in this condition?»
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| I said, «Hey, asshole, I’m just carryin' on an old
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| Scumfuc tradition.»
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| (They wanna know…)
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| Why do you drink?
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| GG, why d’you smoke dope?
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| Why must you live
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| Like the songs that you wrote?
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| Over and over
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| Everybody’s makin' my predictions
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| So if I get fucked up I’m just carryin' on an old
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| Scumfuc tradition |