| We’ll be the worms in your apple pie
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| Fake abuse for our bios, blacken our own eyes
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| The grass isn’t greener on the other side
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| We set it on fire and we have no reason why
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| We set fashion, not follow
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| Spit vitriol, not swallow
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| We set fashion, not follow
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| Spit vitriol, not swallow
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| We’re good for nothing
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| But being everything that’s bad, bad, bad
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| Good for nothing
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| But being everything that’s bad, bad, bad
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| We know who we are and what we want to say
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| And we don’t care who’s listening
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| We don’t rebel to sell, it just suits us well
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| We’re the bright young things
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| I’ve got my villain necktie and a mouth of hi-fi
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| So sharp, I’m bleeding from my Judas hole
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| I’m the Arch Dandy no-goodnik and I’m headed for Crashville
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| I’m most monster with my groan box in the «Meat Show»
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| We set fashion, not follow
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| Spit vitriol, not swallow
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| We set fashion, not follow
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| Spit vitriol, not swallow
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| Good for nothing
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| But being everything that’s bad, bad, bad
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| Good for nothing
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| But being everything that’s bad, bad, bad
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| We know who we are and what we want to say
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| And we don’t care who’s listening
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| We don’t rebel to sell, it just suits us well
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| We’re the bright young things
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| Crashing the ether, we’ve got the loudest stereotype
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| Even neophytes deep six your pro-life
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| We don’t need to move a single prayer bone
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| We’re so beautiful and damned, simply as a «still-life»
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| Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no cause
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| Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no cause
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| Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no cause
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| Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no cause
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| Stop the song and remember what you used to be
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| Somebody that could fucking impress me
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| We know who we are and what we want to say
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| And we don’t care who’s listening
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| We don’t rebel to sell, it just suits us well
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| We’re the bright young things
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| We know who we are and what we want to say
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| And we don’t care who’s listening
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| We don’t rebel to sell, it just suits us well
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| We’re the bright young things
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| Good for nothing
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| But being everything that’s bad, bad, bad
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| Good for nothing
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| But being everything that’s bad |