| I would like to be a martyr
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| over time it’s getting harder
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| who do I have to go and kill
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| to get my face on a dollar bill.
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| Every single time I look
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| someone else has beat me to it
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| some poor bastard bites the dust
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| I really don’t know who to trust.
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| But there’s one thing I can’t deny
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| I’d rather it was me they fried
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| have a drink from an empty cup
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| light a match and burn me up.
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| I’m exhausted, I’m committed,
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| i’m outsmarted, i’m out witted.
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| my head’s filled with dynamite
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| it’s coming out of my ears at night.
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| I think I am being watched
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| Electric eyes that never turn off.
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| Radar beams insinuating
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| evil thoughts while i’m masturbating.
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| And even my old trinitron,
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| it’s comin through when nothing’s on.
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| Have a drink from an empty cup,
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| light a match and burn me up. |