| Are you up to date with the latest technology made to break?
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| Haven’t lifted ye head since the days of snake?
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| Afraid in case ye back can’t take the weight?
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| Open the jar, shake the sleeping brain awake
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| Wait, before ye make a grave mistake!
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| A weeks food shopping or an eighth of flake?
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| Don’t be a dick head you misread the situation
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| They’re not your mates for you conversation
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| Shrugging at whatever you said
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| Eyes blood shot cause they look better in red
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| Don’t worry though it’s all in Angelicas head
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| Smoked up, woke up, fell into bed
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| Doctor! |
| Give me something for a rumblin' tummy
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| Scurrying, hustling that government money
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| Both hands stuck in the honey pot
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| Vodka on the rocks sitting on the table but I can’t reach
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| I wish life was like a calm beach
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| Chillin' on the Titanic fishin' as it’s sinkin'
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| But at the back of the queue in the shop panic stricken'
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| Have a drink an' make a rash decision, quick
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| I might still be able to sleep I didn’t quit
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| On that Rice Krispies Squares for dinner shit
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| Hair getting thinner, probably born a sinner
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| Cheat, rob and lie
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| I used to dream of suffocating in space when I wasn’t high
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| Looking down at the earth and watchin' it explode
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| Like the car bomb at the bottom of the road
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| In 2004, trouble every time we stepped out of the door
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| How loud can you roar? |