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Rich, dumb, white kid think that he's everything. |
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Loud mouth, boldheaded geek's got a song to sing. |
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Turn him inside out on the kitchen floor. |
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Soon find out that he doesn't wanna sing no more. |
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As always, the same affair |
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but who really cares for God's creations, |
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his amputations. |
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The tight-assed mum and dad got a lot to say. |
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They stick their nose into every game we play. |
| [01:46.57] |
Turn them inside out on the kitchen floor |
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and soon find out daddy doesn't have a clue no more. |
| [02:02.17] |
As always the same affair |
| [02:06.49] |
but who really cares for God's creations, |
| [02:13.32] |
his reputations. |
| [02:20.84] |
Likely to fall thru air |
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and sometimes it's fair, |
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God's creations, |
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his amputations. |
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Down, down in the basement of our cares |
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there's always a phony, count the stairs. |
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Like, like us as something as we come |
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and like, like us as rumpus we run. |
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