| Ass, recharging your phone
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| Up on the stage, they’ve started Act One
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| You’re on the set, you’re in the play
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| What’ll you do?
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| As in a horrible dream you are alone
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| No lines to say, you’re in a play
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| It’s got to go on
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| But nothing comes
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| Ass! |
| The prompter is there, under the stage
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| Hissing at you, ruddy with rage
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| You can’t hear what he says
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| He sounds like a snake!
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| Ass! |
| Make something up
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| Really who cares, something about love
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| Kittens or bears, gallons of gas
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| Pull it out of your ass
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| Ass! |
| Where is your voice
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| You utter a word, but there’s no noise
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| Everyone stares, you are a star
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| So dead and so far
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| Ass, for once in your life wouldn’t you like
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| To reach into your ass, deep in the crack
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| Find a beautiful speech
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| Everyone needs?
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| Quick, open the crack
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| Scrabble around, they’ll give you a pass
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| Playing for time, it’ll be fine
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| Never again
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| Ass! |
| Make something up
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| Really who cares, something about love
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| Kittens or bears, gallons of gas
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| Ass |