| I think he’s in a jealous rage
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| She’s probably not the easiest one to live with either
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| There’s nothing worse than bitterness
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| Just splashed across the page
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| I don’t think that either one of them are fit to be alive
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| Oh, she’d just shut up and do what she does best
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| Show a little bit of skin
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| But keep it all when she’s undressed
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| And doesn’t she know that she is doing it all wrong?
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| You can’t tell a joke, yeah
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| While I’m listening to your song
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| All of this talking and all of this chatter
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| Is making me sick
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| Even though they say it doesn’t matter
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| Let’s put them in a room
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| Or maybe they should stay apart
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| Or maybe words are meant a mile
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| Yeah, let’s fuck with their hearts
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| There’s no reason to change
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| So lets watch everybody bleed
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| 'Cause everybody loves an accident
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| And everybody loves what they read
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| I think he’s gonna be a big star
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| A voice of social change to rearrange the world’s perspective
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| But there’s nothing better than watching him go down
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| He could pick up a habit or get in trouble
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| That might be effective
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| Oh, if he’d just shut off his conscience for one day
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| And take a cue from all of us
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| And give us a song we can really play
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| Doesn’t he know he’s going down
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| And going down fast?
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| If he keeps on being difficult
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| He’ll always come in last
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| All of this talking and all of this chatter
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| Is making me sick
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| Even though they say it doesn’t matter
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| Let’s take away the stars
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| Give while enough a add-on
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| He’s calling for backup
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| But, I’m strong enough to take that phone
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| There’s reason to change
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| So lets go all have a beer
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| Cause everybody loves an accident
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| And everybody loves what they hear
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| Two sides working together
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| And working against one another
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| Two bad souls are destroyed
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| It’s the nature of business
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| You know how this part is
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| Oh, look, they’re losing all of their trust
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| Oh, look, they’re trying to bite the helping hand that feeds them
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| We put clothes on their backs
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| And they try to take the money up front
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| Now they don’t like what we’re saying
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| So lets up and leave them
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| We would have done what they are doing anyway
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| So this shit about taking in the souls
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| And life’s lasting misery
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| We’re gonna take them down
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| And do it on the front page
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| Watch those little crooks come crawling back on bended knee
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| All of this talking and all of this chatter
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| Is making me sick
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| Even though they say it doesn’t matter
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| I’m becoming a bore
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| Now I am wasting ashore
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| Now I’m still broken
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| But the subjects been spoken
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| There’s no reason to change
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| But it sure is fun to advertise a fight
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| We’re feeding off each other once again
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| But now neither one of us will give an inch until I break
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| I hope
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| I hope
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| I really hope
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| I hope
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| I hope
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| I hope
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| I hope |