| My mother says you were
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| A body in the rain
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| A rotting corpse found in the gallows
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| I want to take you home
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| I want to play dress-up
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| I want to show you off!
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| Oh oh!
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| I tried some puppeting
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| I used some rope and string
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| Nothing could make you dance like
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| How you used to
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| I admit I flipped out
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| I tossed your bones about
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| How your soul came out
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| You taught me, you told me secrets
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| How we’re fed chemicals
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| By diabolicals
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| Tiny little shits in suits
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| Who do not give a fuck
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| And when our bodies fail
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| Guess who’ll have pills to sell
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| Those tiny little shits in suits
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| Who do not give a fuck
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| We’re force-fed chemicals
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| By diabolicals
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| Tiny little shits in suits
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| Who do not give a fuck
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| When our bodies fail
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| Guess who’ll have pills to sell
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| Those tiny little shits in suits
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| Who do not give a
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| Do not give a
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| Do not give a
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| Do not give a!!! |