| Destroy positions of power and what stands between you and the final stretch
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| Where you find out what happens in the end
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| Man on the corner preaching, screaming the devil is coming!
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| And the earth will plummet to the ground again
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| I hope to death that no one knows and they don’t find a way
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| To bullshit, cheat, lie, and steal
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| Then run away through the trenches and the streets
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| The famous alleyway
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| I’ve got a feeling that today is not my day
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| The facts have been stated, they’re implausible
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| The cause of the week
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| Too heavy for a freak like me
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| Like me
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| Hit the brick running with the rhythm in your feet
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| And all your feelings in a fist
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| It’s too much to resist when you’re only 16
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| Waiting for the weekend train to come
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| Right outta here
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| 6 strings
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| to the wind and I’m gone
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| Head on collision with the barrel of our social forms gun
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| When the shells hit the ground, it’s time to go home
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| Apathetic, were pathetic
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| It’s easy to see
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| The fires ignited and the flames have gotten the best of me
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| Hands up, fists high
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| For everyone to see!
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| We’re destructive, so disruptive
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| It’s gotten to me
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| Lets hit the streets and show em what we mean
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| HEY!
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| We’ve got the heart and mind to mix in with the gasoline
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| Hopping along the border of whats rude and whats insane
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| It’s the same as everyday
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| Everyday is the same
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| Still haven’t found the answers to the questions I’ve been asking
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| And nothing strikes resemblance to the memory I remember
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| Those days, didn’t they seem so long ago?
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| Free to go wherever we wanted
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| Free to say no
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| End of the line and were really wasting time
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| End of the like and theres no one left behind us
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| Hit the cobblestone road
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| There’s precision in the distance
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| Who gives a fuck if hes a metro-sexual?
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| I know you did, cause you’re a hetero-molestico
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| There’s malice in the words that first seemed oh so comfortable
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| Finding a new way can be devastating to some
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| Look on the bright side, you’re not the one toting a gun
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| You wipe your ass like everybody does
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| And ask for my reasons
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| Well I’ve got none
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| Hands up
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| Fists high (Repeated throughout) |