| Got your eyes on rainbows
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| In the oil on the street
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| Cause there just like the big ones
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| But they’re under your feet
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| There’s a fire in the chook pen
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| Fireworks in your head
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| And there’s a hole in the window
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| Where the butcher shop stand
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| Don’t say shit like that, don’t be stupid
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| If you’re not using your head, I will bruise it
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| You can wait in the corner, with soap in your mouth
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| Cause you use the Lord’s name, in vain in my house
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| You can stand there in silence, while it drips down your throat
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| And think of your mother and why she won’t take you home
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| Put your hands out in front, I’m gonna teach you again
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| And cut into your scars, in front of all of your friends
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| And escape in the factory, I’m a come no train set
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| You’re gonna ride it the fuck out, of Glenroy Tech
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| Don’t say shit like that, don’t be stupid
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| If you’re not using your head, I will bruise it
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| You can wait for your twenties, shake em' all of your back
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| And flip through the phonebook, and call up your dad
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| Watch him talk like you do, and say things that you’ve said
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| But nature vs nurture, in the back of your head
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| There’s a problem, you should abort it
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| You won’t handle the stress, or afford it
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| Well there’s a diamond inside you, something harder than life
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| And ain’t it a mystery, how you never died
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| There’s a 5 o’clock shadow, a black nail on your hands
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| There’s a hole in the window
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| Where the butcher shop stands |