| This time you think you’ve won
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| Convincing everyone
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| You’ve got the master key
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| An answer to everything
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| This time you’ll meet your end
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| Straight Bourbon Discipline
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| Maniacal laughter
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| The last thing you’ve heard
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| I got more patience than a hospital
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| But even now that waiting room’s full
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| I held my tongue way longer
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| Than I thought I knew how
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| But now it’s time we shut
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| This whole thing down
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| Grossly illogical
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| I guess anything is possible
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| And if I sit here a second
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| More longer I bet
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| These drinks will take over
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| And all will get wrecked
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| Patience’s end
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| Bourbon Discipline
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| It’s like defusing a time bomb
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| Because I never really cared at all
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| And as these things start
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| To pile up the more time is spent
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| Imagining everything’s
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| All came and went
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| No way to stop it all
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| Except a trip to the hospital
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| But the way things look
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| I can tell at a glance
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| You’ll be the one
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| Leaving in the ambulance
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| Now that the time has passed
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| You’ve gone and met your match
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| Literally defaced
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| Handed your ass some place
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| Now you have met your end
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| Straight Bourbon Discipline
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| Maniacal laughter
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| The last thing you heard |