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Since the prince got his new read |
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He all forgot what he's made of |
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And you must expect that the tools that got him here |
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He'll still use to protect his wealth of influence |
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And yet the means to lord your fingers |
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With fear of your teeth might seem excessive |
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To throat the head of a mob |
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You got a better idea |
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But if we catch him |
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We'll still string him up |
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He's calm, he's smooth |
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His soft eyes, his warm smile |
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His charm, composure |
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He's our man |
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Guys, this thing feels fixed |
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Can I have my money back |
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There's little chance that we can win |
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We didn't read the manual |
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I've got a new ill now to fight |
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It is my duty to champion |
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And though it's only a shadow cast by him |
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Who blocks the path of my view |
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Of the light of the outcome |
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I've yet to feel the warmth compulse |
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And the strength of a group |
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Is what the run off |
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And when the energy dims |
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I'll find a fresher ideal |
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It's so exciting |
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I can't get enough |
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He's cold, he's slick |
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His blank gaze, his wry smile |
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He lied, forget him |
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Who's my man |
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Guys this thing feels fixed |
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Can I have my money back |
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There's little chance that we can win |
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You didn't read it |
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Guys this thing feels fixed |
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Can I have my money back |
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There's little chance that we can win |
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You didn't read the rule book |
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That's what a sovereign's for |
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You were dependent on me depending on your |
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Welfare depends on me to survive |
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The harsh climate of today is the time to join me |
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Or fail in the eyes of your friends |
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Give me your trust, I am your now |
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The princess wants the prince to let them go |
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You know, if you have a kinder yoke to steer them |
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You let her know |
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She'll put his every pleasure in her ledger |
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Balance the pain expense that remains |
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Against his phallus |
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She's warm, her kind compassion |
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She can't lead, she'll fail |
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Forget her, where's our man |
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Time better spent making a sandwich |
