| Wakin' up naked, face down on the shore
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| With a hangover and nothing but a rock and torch
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| What the hell happened last night? |
| I’m not really sure
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| But I’m lookin' for handouts if you got anymore
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| Like a pair of pants? |
| I’ll take anything you can give to me
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| Don’t even need a weapon yet — can I have my dignity?
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| I’ll work at minimum wage, I’m quite good at hitting trees
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| And if you’d like I can hike up my toxicity
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| I might have to die four hundred times
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| But someday, I may be the lord of the flies
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| I see myself on an iron throne
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| Inside castle walls stacked high with stone
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| But right now I’m up shit’s creek without a paddle
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| Can’t even wipe my ass, how am I supposed to battle?
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| When I’m resurrected I am met with death every time
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| Then I respawn on a beach and it’s back to the grind and I’m
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| Naked (naked)
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| We’re gonna get nasty (oh no)
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| Clothing is overrated (hate it)
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| Is it me or is it drafty (so cold)
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| I’m not even worth raidin' (raidin')
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| Doesn’t mean I’m not crafty
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| You should be afraid of nakeds
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| Cuz they may get nasty
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| Negative nine degrees outside
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| And I’m catching quite a breeze, ignite
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| A tiny campfire to lie beside
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| Now everybody is finding me (time to hide)
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| I no longer have a problem with my body image
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| I’m a strong woman, and I’ve got the business
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| My butt and thighs are rock hard — I get a lot of fitness
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| And I’m proud of my house, though it’s hardly finished
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| So what if I’m no good with a bow or a spear
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| Maybe if I just hold one then no one will come near?
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| But I’m starting to starve, I should scavenge some rations
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| You’re never too desperate when loincloth’s in fashion
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| The sweatiest, saltiest beast
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| Is a creature with nothing to lose
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| I fear I will never know peace
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| At least I’ve come to love running in the nude
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| The night is upon me, is somebody watching?
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| I hear nearby footsteps a gun hammer cocking
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| Before he attacks, I smash his skull with a stone first
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| Then I die of exposure… and wake up
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| Naked (naked)
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| We’re gonna get nasty (oh no)
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| Clothing is overrated (hate it)
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| Is it me or is it drafty (so cold)
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| I’m not even worth raidin' (raidin')
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| Doesn’t mean I’m not crafty
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| You should be afraid of nakeds
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| Cuz they may get nasty
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| But somewhere out there waits a friend for you
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| Alone and scared and just as bare as you
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| Together you’ll find beauty in adversity
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| This land is rich with culture and diversity
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| I felt ashamed when I first awakened
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| I was so afraid and did I mention, naked?
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| But I learned to be free of my burdens
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| Look at me now the tables are turnin'
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| See I gathered materials, built some thin walls
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| To become a kingdom you must begin small
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| Now I’ve got a compound, an army of men
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| They obey my commands, no they are not my friends
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| I’m a crime lord, my domain’s so large
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| Call me the next Pablo Escobar
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| I kept telling myself that my wealth would bring joy
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| Yet I feel empty, despite all my toys
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| I see a naked running, he reminds me of myself
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| So I decide to ask him if he might require help
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| «I'm trying to find my friends right now, but I’m so lost»
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| I blow his fuckin' brains out and take my clothes off, cuz I’m a
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| Naked (naked)
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| We’re gonna get nasty (oh no)
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| Clothing is overrated (hate it)
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| Is it me or is it drafty (so cold)
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| I’m not even worth raidin' (raidin')
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| Doesn’t mean I’m not crafty
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| You should be afraid of nakeds
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| Cuz they may get nasty |