| Up on Mount Olympus
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| Living on a pile of trash
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| With all the lunatics
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| How they worship me
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| What are you gonna to do
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| With the back of that ticket?
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| That’s my number but
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| I’ll call you
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| There’s nothing less I’d rather do
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| You’ve been sniffin' up that mercury
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| From a broken thermometer
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| Like a cloud gatherer
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| Just like Zeus
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| Out at the car show
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| Cheetah’s or Jumbo’s
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| Like seeing a cold sore
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| In a kissing booth
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| There’s nothing less I’d rather do
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| Nothing less I’d rather do
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| Nothing less I’d rather, nothing less I’d rather
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| Nothing less I’d rather do
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| And I, I live with the shame (La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la)
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| But you, you live with the same, same (La-la, la-la, laaa)
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| Living on Milk Duds
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| And therapeutic mud
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| Ninety days at Promises
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| With no booze
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| Outside of Silver Lake
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| I am the biggest fake
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| Like the Mona Lisa
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| At the Louvre
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| There’s nothing less I’d rather do
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| Nothing less I’d rather do
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| Nothing less I’d rather, nothing less I’d rather
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| Nothing less I’d rather do
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| And I, I live with the flames (La-la, la-la, la-la, so what?)
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| But you, you’re taking the blame, blame (La-la, la-la, laaa)
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| There’s nothing less I’d rather do |