| You know, I’d set the whole world straight, but I’m too busy just getting' by.
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| There’s never enough to compensate, so have another slice of Fuck Pie.
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| Back when I was young and nail; |
| ve,
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| I word my influences on my sleeve.
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| Preached from the safety of my bedroom floor.
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| Tried in vain to steer my peers away from superstition and fears.
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| Only thing I learned was: always lock your door.
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| I’m not cynical, I’ve just seen too much.
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| Sometimes I wonder why I even try.
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| Only choice you got is where to eat your lunch,
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| to have another slice of Fuck Pie.
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| So go ahead an' scream and shout about
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| things you can do nothing about.
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| Get back up, every time you’re knocked down. |
| One day you’re gonna see,
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| that all the powers that be,
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| always make enough crosses to go around. |