| Wake up, the house is on fire
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| And the cat’s caught in the dryer
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| Philosophy’s a liar when
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| Your home is your headstone
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| Icon is the last chance for hope
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| When there’s no such thing as heroes
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| Your faith lies in the ditch that
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| You dug yourself in
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| Last chance to piss it all away
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| Nothing but hell to pay
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| When the lights are goin' down
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| Oh dead beat holiday celebrate your own decay
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| There’s a vacant sign that’s hangin' high
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| On a noose over your home
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| Oh dead beat holiday get on your knees and pray
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| There’s a vacant sign that’s hangin' high
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| But at least you’re not alone
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| Christmas lights in the middle of August
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| Grudges come back to haunt us
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| Your oldest allies are your long lost enemies
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| Grounded in a duplex to find
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| That you’re livin' on a landmine
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| Vacation hotspots is a cemetery drive
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| Last chance to piss it all away
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| Nothing but hell to pay
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| When the lights are going down
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| Dead beat holiday celebrate your own decay
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| There’s a vacant sign that’s hangin' high
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| On a noose over your home
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| Dead beat holiday get on your knees and pray
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| There’s a vacant sign that’s hangin' high
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| But at least you’re not alone
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| (All the day)
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| (Shall I start)
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| Last chance to piss it all away
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| Nothing but hell to pay when all you
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| Want to do, not to give up
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| (Give up)
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| Dead beat holiday celebrate your own decay
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| There’s a vacant sign that’s hangin' high
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| On a noose over your home
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| Oh dead beat holiday get on your knees and pray
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| There’s a vacant sign that’s hangin' high
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| But at least you’re not alone
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| Oh dead beat holiday celebrate your own decay
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| There’s a vacant sign that’s hangin' high
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| On a noose over your home all the day |