| We’re unprofessional, we’re the monkeywrench
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| From the burbs of the D a real rag tag bunch
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| We’re like the Boondock Saints, the chosen few
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| We know this game and what we have to do
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| Guided by God his words we grasp
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| As we walk with a smile through the valley of death
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| We’re ready to go for what comes our way
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| We’ll be the super heroes of today
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| We’re the Patron Saints of Underdogs
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| We start the fight when we’re against all odds
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| When you’re down and out one thing is true
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| We’ll be there for you
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| We exist on recordings and memories
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| We stand in the trench of insecurity
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| A new campaign in the same old war
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| With the same attitude as we had before
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| Ready and able when the call goes out
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| Mic in hand, ready to growl
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| So when it looks no good, it’s your lucky day
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| We’ll be the super heroes of today!
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| We’ve never been the best at what we do
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| You can check record sales I think we’ve sold a few
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| We’ve never played to a sold out show
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| We’ve never had them lined up out the door
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| But our mission is clear, we got a job to do
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| We’ve been given a gift and want to share it with you
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| So when life just sucks and everything’s gone wrong
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| Just think of us and sing along! |