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The rules that you make are the rules that we break, |
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And we slither through your system now just like snakes, |
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Pat us on the back and tell us we're great, |
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Then you grab us by the throat and feed us our fate. |
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We've got a problem with your solutions, |
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Just hell-bent on our own confusion, |
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You can't shake hands now with your fist, |
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Cause that kind of friendship don't exist. |
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Mom and dad look at me now, |
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I know you're so damn proud, |
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The baby that you used to kiss, |
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I can not resist these middle fingers on my fist. |
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HEY, this is not another teenage anthem. |
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But it sounds like one, |
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For all the bored and the young, |
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Who dare to be dumb. |
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They look and they say it's so sad and a shame, |
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How anyone could ever turn out like this way, |
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But in a world of lairs and hypocrites, |
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You're the reason that this monster exists. |
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Quick to point the finger saying who's at fault, |
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That rock and roll and movies operate our thoughts, |
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They only reason we do what we do is, |
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To shove it down the throats of pricks like you. |
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Mom and dad look at me now, |
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I know you're so damn proud, |
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The baby that you used to kiss, |
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I can not resist these middle fingers on my fist. |
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HEY, this is not another teenage anthem. |
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And we don't need a reason, |
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To give you all a fucking beating, |
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And if you think can make us, |
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Go ahead and try and take us. |
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Mom and dad look at me now, |
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I know you're so damn proud, |
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The baby that you used to kiss, |
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I can not resist these middle fingers on my fist. |
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HEY, this is not another teenage anthem. |
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We don't care. |
