| You made your bed, that’s where you lie
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| No pearly gates when you die
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| We tried to teach, you didn’t learn
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| You’re going down, you’re gonna burn
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| Fast at passing judgement and your quick to cast a stone
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| Hypocrite taking shit, leave me alone
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| Thump the book and twist the word
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| You’re setting sinners straight
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| Point your finger, wag your tongue
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| Then pass around the plate
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| I’ve made my bed that’s where I’ll lie
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| Won’t see those gates when I die
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| And I’ve been told I’ll never learn
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| I’m going down I’m gonna
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| Screaming demons all hell broke loose
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| And other dark remarks
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| You say that’s Satan’s waiting for me
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| But I don’t give a fuck
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| If words and music tick you off
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| Then you’re the one who’s sick
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| But I think it fucking followers that really make you tick
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| As far as I can tell I’m going to hell
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| As far as I can see, you’re coming with me
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| You made your bed that’s where you’ll lie
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| No pearly gates when you die
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| We tried to teach, you didn’t learn
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| You’re going down, you’re gonna burn
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| Holy smoke! |
| is this a joke?
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| I mean man you’re on the move
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| Shut 'em up and shut 'em down
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| If you don’t approve
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| Cuss and curse and stuff your purse
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| And tell me where I’m goin'
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| Holy cow, man, don’t stop now, man
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| Your bank account is growin'
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| You made you’re bed that’s where you’ll lie
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| No pearly gates when you die
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| We tried to teach, you didn’t learn
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| You’re going down, you’re gonna burn
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| You made you’re bed that’s where you’ll lie
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| Thanks God I’ve got a place to sleep
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| No pearly gates when you die
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| Why should I worry now or cry
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| You know I’m not concerned
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| You’re going down, you’re gonna burn |