| Everyone cover your ears
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| I’m singing a song again
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| I’ve not been ordained
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| By the proper punk rock authorities yet
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| Write me a letter today if I don’t return it
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| It says nothing about our friendships
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| Laced contents, honest please
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| I know one in a million is what honest means
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| Look at bands, they can dress quite fancily
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| I’m sure you’ve sold more records than me
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| Go false and forth with trickery
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| Be devoured by the world hungrily
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| Everyone cover your ears
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| I’m singing a song again
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| I’ve not been ordained
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| By the proper punk rock authorities yet
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| Look at bands, they can dress quite fancily
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| I’m sure you’ve sold more records than me
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| Go false and forth with trickery
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| It’ll lick its fingers happily |