| I am the face of piss and shit and sugar
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| I do a crooked little dance with my funny little monkey
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| What I want, what I want is just your children
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| I hate what I have become to escape what I hated being
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| Calliopenis envy from your daddy
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| You’re not gonna hear what he don’t want to hear
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| What I say disgusts him
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| He wants to be me and that scares him
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| «Let's do a funny little dance with my funny little monkey»
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| The black keys
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| Here is my real head, here is my real head
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| I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me
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| Here is my real head
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| They try to blink me not to think me
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| Don’t want to bring me out
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| I am the rotten teeth, my fists are lined with suckers
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| My prison skin’s an eyesore-mirror-sketch-pad
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| I am your son, your dad, your fag, I am your fad
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| Here is my real head, here is my real head
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| I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me
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| Here is my real head
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| «Here we are children, come and get your lollipops! |
| Lollipops! |
| Come along my
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| little ones»
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| «If there are children here my friend, you will die!»
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| Here is my real head, here is my real head
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| Here is my real head, here is my real head
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| I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me
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| Here is my real head
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| I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me
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| Here is my real head |