| There’s a riot in my house
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| Chaos is blossoming
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| Run and hide little mouse
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| Go on and get yourself together
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| When burn outs by the score
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| Strung out in metal cages
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| See technicolor pour
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| From every laceration
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| I realize that I’m slowly coming down with you
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| Angels fill my room
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| With what I’ve scant belief in
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| When death’s metal broom
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| Comes sweeping through the evening
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| Get up off the floor
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| There’s hot smoking radiation
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| From window to the door
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| In ultra violent hesitation
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| I realize that I’m slowly coming down with you
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| Battle lines appear
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| Within the broken mirrors
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| Yet the dogs have no fear
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| Fighting in the dark grey shadows
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| Hear the coughing sound
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| Mama bring my medication
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| No harmony is found
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| While performing levitation
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| I realize that I’m slowly coming down with you
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| There’s a riot in my house
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| Chaos is blossoming
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| Run and hide little mouse
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| Go on and get yourself together
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| From window to the door
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| There’s cold choking strangulation
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| See technicolor pour
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| From every amputation
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| And realize that I’m slowly coming down with you
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| Oh yeah
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| There’s a riot in my house
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| Go on and get yourself together
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| Go on and get yourself together
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| There’s a riot in my house
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| Go on and get yourself together
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| Oh yeah
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| Go on and get yourself together |