| Moe
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| No Guts, No Glory
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| Same Old Story
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| The truth it has eluded me, and the lies they never suited me, while the volume
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| has refuted me
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| Reducing me into a joke
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| Silence is a symphony and you look for an epiphany, but the pleasure and the
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| ecstasy
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| Exponentially get toked
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| Cutting you down, No Guts No Glory
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| One swing at a time, No Guts No Glory
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| It’s the end of the line, No Guts No Glory
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| Cut you down to size… «TIMBER…» It’s the Same Old Story
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| Both party hats and party pride, built the party line to save your hide
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| Self satisfied and glossy eyed, spin the truth until you choke
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| A three ring circus suicide, watch them sell their souls to save their hides
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| We’ll heat it up and let it slide; |
| enjoy the mirrors and the smoke
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| Cutting you down, No Guts No Glory
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| One swing at a time, No Guts No Glory
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| It’s the end of the line, No Guts No Glory
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| Cut you down to size… «TIMBER…» It’s the Same Old Story
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| Now wish for what you see and hear, bails out banks and billionaires
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| No timed served, so never fear. |
| To make it fair we all get soaked
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| Take what they want, don’t ever share
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| To fill their pockets and to feed your fears
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| Through Paranoia, That’s how they scare
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| Sit tight, Don’t fight, Just light a smoke
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| Cutting you down, No Guts No Glory
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| One swing at a time, No Guts No Glory
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| It’s the end of the line, No Guts No Glory
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| Cut you down to size… «TIMBER…» It’s the Same Old Story
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| JAM OUT!!!
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| Cutting you down, No Guts No Glory
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| One swing at a time, No Guts No Glory
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| The end of the line, No Guts No Glory
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| Cut you down to size, No Guts, No Glory
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| Cutting you down, No Guts No Glory
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| One swing at a time, No Guts No Glory
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| It’s the end of the line, No Guts No Glory
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| Cut you down to size… «TIMBER…» It’s the Same Old Story |