| You’re the slack on a noose
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| A grown runner
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| A coward, nervous little twitch
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| I’d sooner slap the lips of my own mother
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| Before I let you make me sick
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| Yeah you’re a fuck without the lace
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| You’re a race without the chase
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| Keep pushing papers in my face
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| That I won’t sign
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| Yeah you said sorry way too late
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| And I needed somewhere to put my misplaced hate
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| And that’s just how I put my mind
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| To this last line
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| I’m sick of selling things I have just to eat
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| When’s the last time you couldn’t figure out
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| How to get back on your own two feet
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| Take notes for when
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| Someone tries to do to you what you did to me
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| So let the record show
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| That you took more from me than I’ve got
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| And everybody knows
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| That you’re a piece of work and I’m not
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| I could go my whole life without
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| Ever hearing your name again
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| You could die and I’d watch
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| As I lean back with this Jameson
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| I hope you live a painful lie
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| I hope the reaper creeps up on you tonight
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| I see what you have in mind
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| A new herd of sheep to misguide with lies
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| Fuck your shrines
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| Fuck you for taking what was mine
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| Fuck your shrines
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| Fuck you for taking what was mine |