| Thumb through the coins — spill the gas — take a whiff
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| Pick a cause — check your watch — take a risk — strike a match
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| The stitching in your pocket won’t hold — shake a fist
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| Run a chase — check the list — take a blow to the face
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| Stinger insects, stacked up subject
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| Shot to the leg, never looking for a suspect
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| Eyes to the conflict, run across the grass quick
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| Insect inject, back to the subtext
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| Second and ten, never less than perfect
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| It never fails, when the flag turns black
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| Through the skin of a convict, born to harass
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| Setting fire to the flag, but the thing never ends it
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| Beg for the scraps — stack 'em on — steal a gun
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| Load 'em up — no lead? |
| — skip a loop just for fun
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| So you want to be sicker or just sick? |
| — take your pick
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| Check the box — know the talk — find a window — throw a rock
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| Stinger insects, stacked up subject
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| Shot to the leg, never looking for a suspect
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| Eyes to the conflict, run across the grass quick
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| Insect inject, back to the subtext
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| Second and ten, never less than perfect
|
| It never fails, when the flag turns black
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| Through the skin of a convict, born to harass
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| Setting fire to the flag, but the thing never ends it
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| So hot to look lost — show the tag — what’s it cost?
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| Suck it in — spit it out — cinch the noose — end the doubt
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| Sleep in your dreams — ask your friends what it means
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| Find the gaps overlaps who you are in between
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| Grab like a kid — pack your bags — slam the lid
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| Take a hit off the smoke that you already choke
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| Like a dog you just scratch for an answer to anything
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| Answer for everything — buried in lies
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| Stinger insects, stacked up subject
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| Shot to the leg, never looking for a suspect
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| Eyes to the conflict, run across the grass quick
|
| Insect inject, back to the subtext
|
| Second and ten, never less than perfect
|
| It never fails, when the flag turns black
|
| Through the skin of a convict, born to harass
|
| Setting fire to the flag, but the thing never ends it
|
| Stinger insects, stacked up subject
|
| Shot to the leg, never looking for a suspect
|
| Eyes to the conflict, run across the grass quick
|
| Insect inject, back to the subtext
|
| Second and ten, never less than perfect
|
| It never fails, when the flag turns black
|
| Through the skin of a convict, born to harass
|
| Setting fire to the flag, but the thing never ends it
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| See the ugly one in — let the insects win
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| Retching pregnant bride — when the insects win |