| let’s here it for circuits
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| lines drawn in the earth
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| cut to scramble for ramble
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| little mouse hole to park your new car
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| & chew off our arms
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| with teeth we are losing from slow, comfy screwings
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| three cheers for the backseats
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| you legs pin that look in your eye
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| you’ll never take me alive
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| this is what you are
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| you are what you
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| let’s here it for mirrors
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| with the ghost image clearer
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| hip hip for the pig that religiously belts you undone
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| this little piggy had none
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| 'cause god hates our country
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| she told me she wants me to sing out «he's female!»
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| three cheers for the gal in the sky
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| you’ll never take me alive
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| this is what you are
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| you are what you
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| this is what you are
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| do you know what it means to be doomed?
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| do you know what it means to be cursed?
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| when the blue eyes are washing their mouths in the south
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| you they’re hiding bodies north
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| did you know that we’re sinking knee-deep?
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| did you nail down what you plan to keep?
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| when the poltergeist pushes his freight on your shore
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| you are done for
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| done for
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| done for
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| the caskets are coughing with «able «ing
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| the graveyard is litters with loves who thought their was no doubt
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| the world could not live without
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| this is what you are
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| you are what you
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| this is what you are
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| if i live through the day when the comet does come
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| i will write every one on my list one by one
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| sharpen the axe
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| stomp the flames out on backs
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| i will be who you want me to be
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| i will be who you want me to be
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| do you know what it means to be doomed?
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| do you know what it means to be cursed?
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| when the blue eyes are washing their mouths in the south
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| you they’re hiding bodies north
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| did you know that your boot hills are stuck?
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| loosing feet worth the rabbits are good luck
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| when the devil is resting his head on your door
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| you are done for
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| done for
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| done for
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| you are done for
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| done for
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| done for
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| did you know that you nurse a beehive?
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| come & get it
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| come take me alive
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| all the nooses are in it; |
| a grizzly frontier
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| we will show this cruel world
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| we will show this cruel world we were here |