| We got what we asked for
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| Then we got something more
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| We were the kings of the world
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| But tough luck, haven’t you heard?
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| Ah!
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| Things ain’t pretty
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| Down in shit city
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| We’re not welcome anymore
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| Like criminals, animals
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| Locked down deep underground
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| We’re not welcome anymore
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| No!
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| We got some news for you all
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| This ain’t the shit we asked for
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| We struck a deal with the devil
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| He said: «So long, you’re on your own»
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| Yeah!
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| Things ain’t pretty
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| Down in shit city
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| We’re not welcome anymore
|
| Like criminals, animals
|
| Locked down deep underground
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| We’re not welcome anymore
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| No!
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| We’re not welcome anymore
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| My father told me to reach for the sky
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| We ended up underground, yeah-ey!
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| Things ain’t pretty
|
| Down in shit city
|
| We’re not welcome anymore
|
| Like criminals, animals
|
| Locked down deep underground
|
| We’re not welcome anymore
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| We’re not welcome anymore
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| We’re not welcome anymore
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| Oh, yeah-ey!
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| We’re not welcome anymore
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| We’re not welcome anymore |