| Well I know it doesn’t matter if you’re honest or you’re fake
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| And that the grim reaper for each of us does wait
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| I know that stupid people are the happiest by far
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| For sensitive intelligent read battered bruised and scarred
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| But theres something rather pleasing equality it waits
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| Because in the end we’re all food on the grim reapers plate
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| There are many little stories and dramas we enact
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| We’re all obsessed with our own each action and each fact
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| Oh to self obsession each one is a whore
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| But a little self respect sometimes back we can draw
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| But theres something rather pleasing equality it waits
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| Because in the end we’re all food on the grim reapers plate
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| Each night upon millions the grim reaper does feast
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| All those sel obsessed souls self obsession has ceased
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| Morality is something used to keep the rich rich
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| If you are excluded you’re a thief a pimp a bitch
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| So my mothe she was right I have reached my happy end
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| My life is like a library book I no longer need to lend
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| I’m going to shoot my stepmother then I’ll shoot myself
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| Then this library book can gather dust upon a shelf
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| But theres something rather pleasing equality it waits
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| Because in the end we’re all food on the grim reapers plate |