| Finally, you’ve seen some sense
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| Your fad has worn away you f*ckin inbreds
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| You know who you are, the ones who would scold
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| When I’d be drinking cider in your cult like town
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| You’ll never mention that shit that you did
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| You’d rather just forget all that straight edged biz
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| But I won’t forget that couple of years
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| When you had to wear a cross coz you didn’t drink beer
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| No one gives a shit if you drink or you don’t
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| No one gives a f*ck if you smoke or you don’t
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| I don’t give two shits if you think I’m a dick
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| At least I know that I am true to myself
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| No one gives a f*ck if you drink or you don’t
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| Which is why you made a fuss you attention seeking joke
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| Trying to fit in? |
| Be part of a crowd?
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| Just don’t preach to me about the shit that I smoke
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| Dividing the scene, I hated that shit
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| But now you’ve come around and you wanna slot back in
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| You’ve changed your looks and now your drinking all the time
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| But I won’t forget those fascist punk times
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| What the f*ck happened to the scene back then?
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| With its elitist hierarchy and separation of friends
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| The tighter the pants, the straighter the hair
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| No one gives a f*ck about how much hairspray you wear
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| Remember how you looked when you practiced your moves?
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| You looked like a c*nt, I’m telling you
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| I know that you’ve changed, you grew out of this shit
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| But I’ll never forget you, you arrogant set of pricks |