| I stand here before you the way life has made me
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| Ill-mannered, foul-mouthed, bad-tempered and lazy
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| I stare at your world down the neck of a bottle
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| Every day is a death-ride when I hold the throttle
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| To the drowning I am water
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| For your calm I am the storm
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| I’m the fiend who’s with your daughter
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| In bed well before the dawn
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| Was I the cat that got the bird?
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| They’ll put the blame on me
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| Everything was grand in Wonderland
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| Till Charles Manson came to tea
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| Each moment’s a game and I must play it to win
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| And if you cannot bear it then you’ll just have to grin
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| All the world is a stage so I aim to upstage you
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| («By the pricking of my thumbs»)
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| Kill me off but like Banquo I’ll come back to plague you
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| («Something wicked this way comes»)
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| All martyrs seek their cross and nails
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| The rebels grail his cause
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| So I’ll just sign away my soul
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| And forget the buyout clause
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| «The few who see me through my disguise
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| Abhore, deplore, hate and despise me
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| I care not what you perceive
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| Fall unto your knees»
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| Jack the Ripper went to Sunday school
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| With his best friends Mack the Knife
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| And the blue eyed boy who lives next door
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| He’s a junkie Jesus Christ
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| Do you think I’ll be sad 'cause you don’t like me
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| Well I consider it highly unlikely
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| Spill the milk but I won’t cry
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| My eyes are watertight like my alibi
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| Yes I’ll love you then leave you for no apparent reason
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| My names are many, my friends call me «Legion»
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| The light that casts the shadows, darker shades of black
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| That hide the drugged up mugger who will stab you in the back
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| I’m not the type of angel who fell from divine grace
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| I’m the one who was so bad he never got there in the first place
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| The vulture in the wings as the battle flags unfurl
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| «Pleased to meet you, I’m the wickedest man in the world» |