| Where do we go from here
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| You both wonder as your shorty push away a tear
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| When your a lover and a fighter you can get confused
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| You feel fear, love, hate, you dont have to choose
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| They choose you
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| Remember back on the block
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| When we were still drinking 40s
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| And fucked with the cops
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| Remember fucking with the shorties
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| Dickies and docs
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| Fucking with that gangster rap
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| And punk rock
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| Yeah we never knew back then
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| That we would end up losing most of our friends
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| But when those friends start acting like they enemies
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| Then they dead to me Fuck a bitch — it’s not a threat
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| It’s destiny baby
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| Like sands through the hour glass
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| Cant stop the hands
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| Try and watch the hours pass
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| You by like you standing still
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| I smoke — I fuck — I kill these pop stars
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| Bitch — this suburban noize
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| And we dont give a fuck about you fake ass rockstars
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| We the motherfuckers screaming fuck the world
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| And fuck you — we represent the truth
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| You a phony, a fad, a fluke
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| Your time is up, and we coming for you
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| We all geed up, and we gunning for you
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| I’m a megaton time bomb, with a short fuse
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| I’m a freighttrain, bullet, knife, running right through
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| The bell tolls
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| For you and yours
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| Pay your bills
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| Face the lord
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| Armageddon
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| Every year
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| Pick a scab
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| Erase your fear
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| We can ride this out
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| We wont cry about it We’ll have to fight it out
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| We can live with or without it Cuz i’m that kind of guy
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| Ladies and gentlement… BIG B One might argue and say its only music
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| But look what happens when you start to abuse it You could even acuse it of being a murder
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| I wish Biggie and Pac woulda thought of that earlier
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| Why all the good ones gotta go away
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| And now all these punks think they got something to say
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| As society gets thrown out the window of a hollywood limo
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| Like a fucking rock demo
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| All the rebels and renegades have disappeared
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| And now all i see is faggots and queers
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| You aint tough, so stop with the smoke and mirrors
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| You’re officially dealing with a different breed
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| A lion in this jungle ready to feed
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| It’s time for this world to get up to speed
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| You could try but you’ll never fit in these shoes
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| I’m a megaton time bomb with a short fuse
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| I’m a freighttrain, bullet, knife, running right through
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| The bell tolls
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| For you and yours
|
| Pay your bills
|
| Face the lord
|
| Armageddon
|
| Every year
|
| Pick a scab
|
| Erase your fear
|
| We can ride this out
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| We wont cry about it We’ll have to fight it out
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| We can live with or without it Cant stop me The seasons change
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| Cant stop me The proud mary keep on burning
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| Big wheel keep on turning
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| Rolling down the river of change
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| But nothing fades me Because i know my name
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| And the pain will make me stronger
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| Yeah but how much longer
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| The bell tolls
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| For you and yours
|
| Pay your bills
|
| Face the lord
|
| Armageddon
|
| Every year
|
| Pick a scab
|
| Erase your fear
|
| We can ride this out
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| We wont cry about it We’ll have to fight it out
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| We can live with or without it |