| You drink your morning coffee,
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| I sip my all day beer.
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| I’m drunk, I’m stoned I love it everyday.
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| I will turn on m TV set,
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| Instead of having evening sex,
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| And wank till our aerials are red.
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| I don’t trust you, you don’t trust me,
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| I do not trust myself, but it’s that pain in me.
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| Don’t need no one to tall me what the hell to do,
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| You can not wear me out — ain’t gonna live like you.
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| But you have your own vision,
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| You make your smart decisions,
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| And you are so politically correct,
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| I’m just a comic book boy,
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| And there is nothing to enjoy,
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| I better leave this place today.
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| Yeah! |
| You know! |
| Yeah! |
| You know!
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| You know that they are monsters & we are not,
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| But everyday your body tries to take it’s shape,
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| You stand against that mental rape.
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| Can see my hopeless future,
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| Can see m future’s butcher,
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| To lead me to the promised land.
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| Everybody’s running,
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| Ain’t no savior comin,'
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| Ain’t nobody tailing us the real truth.
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| Yeah! |
| You know! |
| Yeah! |
| You know!
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| You know that they are monsters & we are not,
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| But everyday your body tries to take it’s shape,
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| You stand against that mental rape.
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| Yeah! |
| Yeah! |
| If God hates you, than hate Him back,
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| Yeah! |
| Yeah! |
| But people just say: «Oh My! |
| Oh My!»
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| Yeah! |
| You know! |
| Yeah! |
| You know!
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| You know that they are monsters and we are not,
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| And now before it is too late we must provide,
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| Our own birth — on this pregnant earth.
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| You really know it, you really know it,
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| You really know it, you really know it,
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| You really know it… |