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Lately everyone I know |
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Has been shittin' all over me. |
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Hey you, and all of my good friends |
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They disowned my ****ing friends and me. |
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I guess it's because |
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I gotta go off in my little own direction. |
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But **** 'em all. I'll never follow. |
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They can suck on my erection. |
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Why do you drink? |
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GG, why d'you smoke dope? |
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Why must you live out |
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The songs that you wrote? |
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Over and over everybody makes my prediction |
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So if I get ****ed up I'm just carryin' on an old |
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Scumfuc tradition. |
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You know I've ****ed some ladies, |
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And I love to drink my Jim Beam, |
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And they both tried to kill me |
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Back in nineteen eighty-three. |
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When the doctor he asked me, he said, "GG, |
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How'd you get in this condition?" |
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I said, "Hey, asshole, I'm just carryin' on an old |
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Scumfuc tradition." |
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(They wanna know...) |
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Why do you drink? |
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GG, why d'you smoke dope? |
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Why must you live |
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Like the songs that you wrote? |
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Over and over |
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everybody's makin' my predictions |
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So if I get ****ed up I'm just carryin' on an old |
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Scumfuc tradition. |
