| Oh the bright young things go ape-shit crazy, drink black water
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| And always malpractice with their Asiatic resignation
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| Wwith their out-stretched arms, just like Cicero
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| You will yet have the aura of a true murderer
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| Yeah, I took you for a killer, did you take me out of kindness?
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| No, I am not a christian writer. |
| Yeah, I took you for a killer!
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| All day, and everyday, I’m gathered to sack
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| Where the star-spangled banner plays our tune
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| It’s a flame beauty cruelty, that upholds annuity
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| For the cow that jumped over the moon
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| Hate! |
| Don’t shoot!
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| He’s fished and fiercest when under the sun
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| But Kingdom comes at the point of a gun
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| Kingdom come!
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| He once had ten fingers, and now there are none! |