| You got a tongue like a knife that loves to tittle tattle
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| Sometimes at night it sounds like a death rattle
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| Your lust for life is costin' a packet
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| Time’s running out for you and your rotten racket
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| Well, you call up the law
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| Do what you like
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| You keep the car
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| I’m on my bike
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| I can’t be sorry when there ain’t no choice
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| Either rejoin the rabble
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| Or listen to your babble
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| You can stick it
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| Stick it
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| Stick it
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| Stick it
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| Stick it where the sun don’t shine
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| Yeah, you can stick it
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| Stick it
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| Stick it
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| Stick it
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| Stick it
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| Stick it where the sun don’t shine
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| You put your foot in your mouth with a heavy pitter patter
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| Through all the jokin' I was chokin' on your chummy chitter chatter
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| You put it all around how planned the plan was
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| You didn’t understand friends were bending over backwards
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| Yes, you call up the law
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| Do what you like
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| You keep the car
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| I’m on my bike
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| I can’t be sorry when there ain’t no choice
|
| Either rejoin the rabble
|
| Or listen to your babble
|
| You can stick it
|
| Stick it
|
| Stick it
|
| Stick it
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| Stick it where the sun don’t shine
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| Yeah, you can stick it
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| Stick it
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| Stick it
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| Stick it
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| Stick it
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| Stick it where the sun don’t shine
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| Yeah, you can stick it
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| Stick it
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| You got a tongue like a knife that loves to tittle tattle
|
| Sometimes at night it sounds like a death rattle
|
| Your lust for life is costin' a packet
|
| Time’s running out for you and your rotten racket
|
| Well, you call up the law
|
| Do what you like
|
| You keep the car
|
| I’m on my bike
|
| I can’t be sorry when there ain’t no choice
|
| Either rejoin the rabble
|
| Or listen to your babble
|
| You can stick it
|
| Stick it
|
| Stick it
|
| Stick it
|
| Stick it where the sun don’t shine
|
| Yeah, you can stick it
|
| Stick it
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| Stick it
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| Stick it
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| Stick it
|
| Stick it where the sun don’t shine
|
| Yeah, you can stick it
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| Stick it |