| Who cares about what everybody thinks?
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| Just understand I never planned to take the third degree
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| And I know contraband is what she needs
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| I’m scared of blowing up without my 5150
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| I hold a fallen angel
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| Inside of my arms
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| Don’t worry baby the vultures
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| Will no longer be doing you harm
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| Peasants came for the pickings
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| Left nothing but the bones (Yuh)
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| No amount of kisses
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| Can replace what has been stolen
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| Now this chain 'round my neck
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| Starts to agitate, hyperventilate
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| I’ll skin a pussy boy
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| I’ll vent this hate, bloody fate
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| I’ll show him what a demon is
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| I will teach him hate
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| It’s time to put this bitch to rest
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| He’s past his expiration date
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| I’ll rape the raper like Marilyn Manson
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| Trunk rattlin' with a body for ransom
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| I’ll make him regret all the pain that he’s fashioned
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| I’ll fuck an angel to the sound of him drowning (Whoa)
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| My world is imploding (Yuh)
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| I’m still hearing voices (Yuh)
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| I’m in love but lonely (Yuh)
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| Can no one control me?
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| Who cares about what everybody thinks?
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| Just understand I never planned to take the third degree
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| And I know contraband is what she needs
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| I’m scared of blowing up without a 5150
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| When I’m on the roof you could picture me falling
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| When I’m in chains you would let me starve
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| Bottom of the basement, every conversation
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| Coming to an end, that’s where the death threats start
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| Selfish, complacent, send help
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| And self-violated sadist
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| I’m hostage and faded
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| You want shit more complicated?
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| Face it!
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| I’m violent and faking
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| And now my promises breaking
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| Really thought we would make it
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| Till' the dark of the basement
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| And now this chains really chaffing
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| And now my stomach is aching
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| Suppose I’ll stay in the dark
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| And learn to love isolation
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| Who cares about what everybody thinks?
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| Just understand I never planned to take the third degree
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| And I know contraband is what she needs
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| I’m scared of blowing up without my 5150
|
| Who cares about what everybody thinks?
|
| Just understand I never planned to take the third degree
|
| And I know contraband is what she needs
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| I’m scared of blowing up without my 5150
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| Falling into hell, someone come with me
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| Save me from myself, 5150
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| Falling into hell, someone come with me
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| Save me from myself, 5150
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| Who cares what anyone thinks?
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| (Falling into hell, someone come with me)
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| I never planned to take you down with me
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| (Save me from myself, 5150)
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| Who cares what anyone thinks?
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| (Falling into hell, someone come with me)
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| I never planned to take you down with me
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| (Save me from myself, 5150)
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| Falling into hell, someone come with me
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| Save me from myself, 5150
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| Falling into hell, someone come with me
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| Save me from myself, 5150
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| Who cares what anyone thinks?
|
| (Falling into hell, someone come with me)
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| I never planned to take you down with me
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| (Save me from myself, 5150)
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| Who cares what anyone thinks?
|
| (Falling into hell, someone come with me)
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| I never planned to take you down with me
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| (Save me from myself, 5150)
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| Who cares what anyone thinks?
|
| (Falling into hell, someone come with me)
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| I never planned to take you down with me
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| (Save me from myself, 5150)
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| Who cares what anyone thinks?
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| (Falling into hell, someone come with me)
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| I never planned to take you down with me
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| (Save me from myself, 5150) |