| You said you wanted life, you died on me
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| You said you wanted truth, you lied to me
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| You said you wanted health, you’re sick again
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| You said you wanted me, then bedded men
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| You and your Catholic taste
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| I think it’s such a waste
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| Why don’t you concentrate
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| And choose what you want before it’s too late
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| You said your god has horn and died for you
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| You wear a crucifix and pentagram too
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| You’ve tried so many drugs, your spirit’s pure
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| You’re wilder than the wind, yet so demure
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| You said you’ve royal blood and common touch
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| Your roots are working class but don’t show much
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| You hang out with the boys, the girls love you
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| You love expensive toys, you’re spiritual too
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| You’re living other lives, ain’t yours enough?
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| You’re someone I despise — you try too much
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| You talk and talk for hours — I turn to dust
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| You’re losing all your powers — you turn to rust |