| They spend a long time talking
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| With their stupid wooden tone
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| And it seems we can hear
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| We just couldn’t turn it off
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| They were lurking so close
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| To our fantasy
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| Turning our dream
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| Into a little bean
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| This is the ultimate joke
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| Before we bite the hand that feed us
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| This is the ultimate joke
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| Before we bite the hand that feed us
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| We have to keep on laughing
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| Beside the sleeping dog
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| We gotta wake it up
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| We gotta make it bark
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| So draw the line again
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| To keep the secret safe
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| And hit the ground in pain
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| To bust the joker face
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| This is the ultimate joke
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| Before we bite the hand that feed us
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| This is the ultimate joke
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| Before we bite the hand that feed us
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| Feed us, feed us, feed us
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| Feed us, motherfuckers
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| Feed us, feed us, feed us
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| Feed us, motherfuckers
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| As we approach the bullet
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| We feel untouchable
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| This isoleted spot
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| It doesn’t lead us home
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| We draw the line in pain
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| To keep the secret safe
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| Just need another face
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| To hit the ground again
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| This is the ultimate joke
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| Before we bite the hand that feed us
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| This is the ultimate joke
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| Before we bite the hand that feed us
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| Feed us, feed us, feed us
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| Feed us, motherfuckers
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| Feed us, feed us, feed us
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| Feed us, motherfuckers |