| I just don’t know the layman’s terms
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| To call the mess you breed
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| What thaws beneath this surface
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| Soils blood to your family tree
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| The dates they change
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| With each new phrase
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| I’m anxious bouts of nervous
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| What am I without the bruises
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| This switch it won’t come on What do I do to lose it Beneath this distress call
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| Let the wheels burn
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| Let the wheels burn
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| Stack the tires to the neck
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| With the body inside
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| Let the wheels burn
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| Let the wheels burn
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| Stack the tires to the neck
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| With the body inside
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| Frames of infrared
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| Keep scrolling into focus
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| Scarab crank the busy signal
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| With habits that you notice
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| The dates they change
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| With each new phrase
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| I’m anxious bouts of nervous
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| What am I without the bruises
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| This switch it won’t come on What do I do to lose it Beneath this distress call
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| Let the wheels burn
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| Let the wheels burn
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| Stack the tires to the neck
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| With the body inside
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| Let the wheels burn
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| Let the wheels burn
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| Stack the tires to the neck
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| With the body inside
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| Taking all the hostages
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| Into the oval office
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| Draw the curtains part their hair
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| And pull the trigger softly
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| If they have me committed
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| Then I’ll just take you with me One driver in your motorcade
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| Is all it takes… is all it takes
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| Sandmen grains in Teflon veins
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| Is all it takes… is all it takes
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| What am I without the bruises
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| This switch it won’t come on What do I do to lose it Beneath this distress call
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| Let the wheels burn
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| Let the wheels burn
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| Stack the tires to the neck
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| With the body inside
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| Let the wheels burn
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| Let the wheels burn
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| Stack the tires to the neck
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| With the body inside |