| White boy, white lie, two faced dead guy
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| Too lust for life to die along with it
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| Take it, talk it, comb that carpet
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| Pull on the bone and chaser in secret
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| Golden slumber, golden slumber
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| Too weak to lift the rock you’re under
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| We know where you’ve been
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| And we know what you’re buying
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| You’re pissing on friends
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| And still you deny it
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| Fine, fine Junkenstein
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| Keep it up son
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| Take a look at what you could of won
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| Low count, pissjoy, wet back, pin boy
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| Turn off the light and take the fake ticket
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| Ex-pat, B-plan, take the money sick man
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| No guts to face it let alone kick it
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| Golden slumber, golden slumber
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| Too weak to lift the rock you’re under
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| Wanna try pain? |
| Try pain as a real man
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| Wanna try change? |
| Try changing the program
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| You say you’re so tired, not as tired as I am
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| Fine, fine Junkenstein
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| You ain’t so tough
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| Your eyes are never wide enough |