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Pressure is building inside |
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Strengthening desire to kill |
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Tension rips through my veins increasing hardcore hatred my will |
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Angered. I reach in my coat |
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My fingers find my weapon of brass |
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Planting. my fist in your face |
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A violence fix, |
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I'm kicking your ass |
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Punch out your lights |
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Fist fighting every night |
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Fractured. your face |
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Left you a total disgrace |
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No one knows the life |
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I've been living |
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No one really fucking cares |
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I used to try and mind my own business |
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Until I saw society stare |
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I took a look around at the world we both see |
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And all I saw were losers and scum |
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People living lives with no meaning |
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Alcoholics sucking down rum |
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Businessmen in suits with no purpose |
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Politicians milking the crowd |
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Family men just working their balls off |
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Old folks with their tv's too loud |
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My parents wish that |
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I was a doctor |
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At least a person they could respect |
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My parents want to know why |
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I turned out wrong |
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They wont to know why |
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I'm not correct |
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All I can say |
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Is that I live my way |
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And if that doesn't satisfy you |
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I'II wear my pair of solid brass knuckles |
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And I'II use 'em 'til my time is through |