| With a star on my arm and a ring through my nose
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| Put my life in your hands and I’ll lay in the road
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| The teevees drop and the tea gets floes
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| And the angel of mercy’s a sinister martyr
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| Moon’s a blot where I’m fighting to go
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| And I’m sick as a goat in your headlights
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| When you burn so brightly, side with the righteous
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| A rose in a rifle, a bed for a tank
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| And I thank you for laughing and firing a blank
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| When I stood right before you and wept as I sank to my knees
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| To my sorry, sorry knees
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| Prayer’s a kite and there’s so much to fight for
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| So much to die for so much to kill for
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| So much to hate there’s so much to plate
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| God damn, for god sake, we’re doomed
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| And I’m late…
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| So forgive me, asshole
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| I’m high as a kite, there’s so much to fight for
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| So much to die for so much to kill for
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| So much to hate there’s so much to plate
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| God damn, for god sake, we’re damned
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| And I’m late…
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| For a very important date |