| I’m not here to entertain you
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| I’m here to meet my friend the Russian
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| The Irish, the German, the Columbian
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| I don’t care how bad I fuck up
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| I care about how fucked up I get
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| I’m not your clown
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| I’m your dealer
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| And I’m holding three bindles of bullshit
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| And you’re buyin' them cause you are addicted
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| To the pure and totally uncut
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| I’m not here to amuse you
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| I’m here to abuse my body
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| I’m here because old habits die hard
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| And seriously, what else am I supposed to do?
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| This isn’t my job, my hobby, my habit
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| It’s sad, but this is my life
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| Welcome to our mission statement
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| Total self-debasement
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| And not giving our all
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| Watch us Fall!
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| It’s not that we don’t pull it
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| It’s just that we only give about 60 or so percent
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| Would you rather be fed bullshit
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| From some 20-something, makeup wearing, popstar
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| «This one goes out to all our fans all over the world
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| Without you, we’d just be us
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| So, I just wanna say thank you!
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| We fuckin' love you, Modesto!»
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| Fuck you!
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| And you’re takin' it easy before the show
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| So you won’t lose your voice
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| And disappoint your fans routine
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| And you don’t care about the children
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| You don’t even know them
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| All you know is their money |