| What a skeletal wreck of man this is
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| Translucent flesh and feeble bones
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| The kind of temple where the whores and villains
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| Try to tempt the holistic tomes
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| Running rampant with free thought to free form in the free and clear
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| And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat
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| To sift and focus on the bigger, better now
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| We all have a little sin than needs venting, virtues for the rending
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| And laws and systems and stems a rift from branches of office
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| Do you know what your post entails?
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| Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve?
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| Wind down inside of your atavistic allure
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| The value of a summer spent
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| And a winter earned
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| For the rest of us there is always Sunday
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| The day of the week that reeks of rest
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| But all we do is catch our breath
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| So we can wade naked into the bloody pool
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| And place our hand on the big black book
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| To watch the knives zig-zag between our aching fingers
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| A vacation is a countdown
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| T minus your life and counting
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| Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste
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| What the fuck is all this for?
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| (What the hell’s goin' on?)
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| Shut up!
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| I could go on and on, but, lets move on shall we?
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| Say, you’re me and I’m you and they all watch the things we do
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| And like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs
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| Haven’t felt like this in years
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| The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse
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| Let me go and plunge me into the dead spot again
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| That’s where you go when there’s no one else around
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| Its just you and there was never anyone to begin with now was there?
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| Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards
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| With their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger
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| 'Classified' my ass! |
| Thats a fucking secret and you know it
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| Government is another way to say, 'Better Than You'
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| It’s like ice but no pick, a murder charge that won’t stick
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| It’s like a whole other world where you can smell the food
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| But you can’t touch the silverware
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| Hah, what luck
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| Fascism you can vote for
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| Isn’t that sweet?
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| And we’re all going to die some day cause thats the American way
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| And I’ve drunk too much and said too little
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| When you’re gaffer taped in the middle say a prayer, save face
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| Get yourself together and
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| (See what’s happening)
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| Shut up!
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| (Fuck you!)
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| Fuck you
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| I’m sorry I could go on and on, but it’s time to move on so
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| Remember you’re a wreck, an accident
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| Forget the freak, you’re just nature
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| Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean
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| Shit, snort and blaspheme
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| Let the heads cool and the engine run
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| Because in the end everything we do is just everything we’ve done |