| Metal guitars in every town
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| White rap and DJ’s, hard and loud
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| You slice through strange air
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| The new icon in eden
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| Clueless and arrogant
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| A beast of no real burden
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| All of your answers pose as questions
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| As per the rules and regulations
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| You’re allowed to fuck the world
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| And still get to fuck the girl
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| So content with being average
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| As all the kids finger your curls
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| And now
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| Your place in life
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| Is to bow down
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| Not to ask why
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| Just shut your mouth
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| give it to them
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| and do or die
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| Your future never was so bright
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| 'Cause you never were the sharpest knife
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| You’ve had the time of your life
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| With more cash than you can carry
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| And those sleeves not six months old
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| Tell tall tales of your story
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| Polluted air filled with your sound
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| You’re all big package and low brow
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| Bridges, Barbed wire, and mirrored walls
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| You’ve built yourself into it all
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| You spend your precious time
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| Perfecting every line
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| Pratice your pretension
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| Because they buy it every time |