| I’ve seen a lone finger waving in the air
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| A simple celebration of self-despair
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| The transmission means nothing
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| This man is unaware
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| All alone in the stadium surviving on welfare
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| Denialism
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| Working for the minimum
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| To the crematorium
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| I’m going nowhere, going nowhere, I’m going nowhere
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| Take me somewhere, take me anywhere
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| Tubular socks sure fit well
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| When they’re new and they’re fresh, but they, too, will go to hell
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| I will cross every T, I will dot every I
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| For a small sum of cash my doctor will prescribe
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| A dose to make me happy, far from emptiness and shame
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| And if it ever wears off, I’ll make sure you feel my pain
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| Every car on the road drives around with a spare
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| And if I had an extra liver I could live without a care
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| Denialism
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| Working for the minimum
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| To the crematorium
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| I’m going nowhere, going nowhere, going nowhere
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| Take me somewhere, take me anywhere
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| See you staring at the ceiling, but there’s roaches on the walls
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| When your soul is unfurnished fill it up with alcohol
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| A barren, blank expression with no purpose or intent
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| And if God created men, I am full of discontent
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| Remember the days when a father loved his son
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| I just made a wrong turn, now I’m staring at a gun
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| Existence is so meaningful with TV and a job
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| When she squeezes out three kids and turns into a blob
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| A ship is flying through the air
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| Spraying rain everywhere
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| All six feet are in the air
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| I’m going nowhere, going nowhere, going nowhere
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| Take me somewhere, take me anywhere |