| Grapple down the scaffolding like Hasselhoff dismantling
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| The greasy mantle pieces and the cheesiest diseases
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| Mangling a cheeseburger while rolling in your feces
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| I’m a hairy, old Khaleesi, draggin' ass, draggin' on Overacting after all the audience is gone
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| And repeating
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| I used to catch that beating in the station wagon seating
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| When my old man got that feeling
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| I got in some trouble, trouble wrapped up in a baggie
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| I’ll get you high and nekkid if you let me have your aggie
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| Humpin up the Himalayas, saying someone’s shitty prayers
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| Crime is closing in, this time the grime is piling up in layers
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| All these players are just kids. |
| I wonder where the grown-ups is Flapping lips, shiny scalps, jealous looks at ugly whelps
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| And I’m shrinking. |
| my self control is smitten
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| Stinkin as I care less and less about the ending
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| Baby, I just wanted to be lazy
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| I only became a man because this ugly body made me Now I’m feeling faded and I’m fading
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| It’s degrading
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| And I hate it |