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You people out there give us something more than just record sales |
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You give us something to hate |
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And we hate you, you brainless mutants |
[16x] |
Hate |
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You hunched and blinded mutants |
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Living in chat rooms |
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You masturbate on the sheets |
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Your mothers clean for you |
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You have lined my pockets |
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Overflowed with gold |
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You're living with your parents |
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And you're 35 years old |
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You're a bunch of banks |
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That I'd like to rob |
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You're my online cash transaction |
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You're my future stocks |
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Transfer you like money |
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To a Swiss account |
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Spend you on an impulse buy |
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And zero you all out |
[16x] |
Hate |
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You sad and putrid losers |
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Complaining on the couch |
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Think you're fucking better than us?' |
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You can't leave your house |
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Deluded little maggots |
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Fold your arms and frown |
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Go to work and make me money |
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Before I put you down |
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You're a bunch of banks |
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That I'd like to rob |
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You're my online cash transaction |
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You're my future stocks |
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Transfer you like money |
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To a Swiss account |
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Spend you on an impulse buy |
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And zero you all out |
[16x] |
Hate |
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I would like to get some sleep |
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But you keep buying all our things |
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My overhead is way too deep |
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For us to not make all these things |
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It's way too cynical, you see? |
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Hating what's supporting me |
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I am not you, |
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I thank the gods |
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And if I were, |
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I'd die like dogs |
[30x] |
Die D |
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IE!You're a bunch of banks |
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That I'd like to rob |
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You're my online cash transaction |
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You're my future stocks |
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Transfer you like money |
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To a swiss account |
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Spend you an on impulse buy |
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And zero you all out |
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You're a credit card |
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That I will defile |
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Every time |
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I max you out |
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I get a thousand miles |
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You're a brand new car |
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That I do not need |
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Wrap you round a telephone pole |
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Shrug it off and leave |
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Just follow me... |
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Down the elevator... |
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Through the gates... down the stairs... |
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Just keep on walking... through the hallway... |
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Now open the door... |