| They snuck a camera in the courtroom
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| All of a sudden you’re a star
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| This ain’t the kind of attention
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| You thought would tear your life apart
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| Not you got an e-book deal coming
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| Maybe a podcast tour after that
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| A memoir sponsored by your miranda rights
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| On body-cam being misread
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| Maybe you could call it:
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| People are pests
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| (I guess you already knew that)
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| People are pets
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| (Lay down play dead)
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| They snuck a camera in the courtroom
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| All of a sudden he looks kinda scared
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| He ain’t dressing like he used to
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| They shaved his beard
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| They cut his hair
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| I’m not sure if that’s his first wife or kid
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| Sitting in the second row
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| But they look disillusioned by
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| All the things he seems to know
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| Set my bail
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| Send me to hell
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| Burst into flames
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| Then stomp me out
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| People are pests
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| (I guess you already knew that)
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| People are pets
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| (Lay down play dead)
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| Or give it a rest
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| Hell hath no fury like a step-son scorned
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| Doomed to the suburbs all lonely and bored
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| And those hormones oh lord
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| Knows how he’s suffered
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| You’ve done all you can just keep the house alarm on all night
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| Don’t worry baby I’ll be out in no time
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| I might be better off with those inner inmate education plans
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| I might even finish up this GED after all these years
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| And I maybe I could write a book and we could call it
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| Maybe I could write a memoir and we’d call it
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| People are pests
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| (I guess you already knew that)
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| People are pets
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| (Lay down play dead)
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| Or at least give it a rest |