| We’re kicking and we’re screaming all the way to the grave
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| We were promised something better but when it couldn’t be named
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| We scorched a bit of earth, and did it all for the fame
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| And a comfortable position when eternity came
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| Don’t you kids all wanna wear the mark of the beast?
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| Don’t you wanna know what it’s been doing to me?
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| Don’t it ever scare you when they all seem to think
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| That you mean every word that you say?
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| Should I trade all of my blue skies for bitter truths?
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| Or my good name for just a slightly better view?
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| I’ll do whatever you want me to do.
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| Emptying my pockets at the end of the day
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| I found a piece of every pound of flesh I managed to save
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| Baby, baby, baby, oh, you’ve been so very naughty
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| You went cheating on your Jesus with that slutty little logic
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| And now you’re gonna get to be the voice of the few
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| The unbelieving masses will be looking to you
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| Don’t you ever worry
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| You’ve got grit and resolve and the patience of an angel evolved
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| I love you now, and I loved you then
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| Will I ever love myself again?
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| Pretty soon, they’ll all forget that I was ever here
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| And so will I, with any luck |