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I can't even look at you, in fact I look away |
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Forefathers, well fuck them |
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The dead don't ever pay |
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If this is what they had in mind |
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I'm pissing on their graves |
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A spoiled breed of royalty |
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Waited on by slaves |
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Go on, become the man |
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Preserve the master plan |
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And to the next motherfucker licks a silver plate |
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Will be the next motherfucker we assassinate |
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Go on, become the man |
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Preserve the master plan |
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To the next motherfucker counts a false return |
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Will be the last motherfucker as the palace burns |
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So as the bugles run through taps |
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You think we're all content with scraps |
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Well hold the phone and stop the show |
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I've got to tell you something |
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You think we'll learn, but not so fast |
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As body parts land in our laps |
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Bury the bones of the unknown |
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No one should die for nothing |
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Go on, become the man |
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Preserve the master plan |
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And to the next motherfucker licks a silver plate |
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Will be the next motherfucker we assassinate |
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Go on, become the man |
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Preserve the master plan |
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To the next motherfucker counts a false return |
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Will be the last motherfucker as the palace burns |
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(breakdown) |
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I dip the cloth in gasoline |
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I light the match |
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I burn it clean |
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What of the times and the uprisings |
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Lead us to this land |
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Servants stormed the castle, grabbed the king |
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Took his head in hand |
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There was a time when currency was based on something real |
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A time when honor drove the fight |
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That time is gone |
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There's something wrong |
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Go on, become the man |
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Preserve the master plan |
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And to the next motherfucker licks a silver plate |
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Will be the next motherfucker we assassinate |
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Go on, become the man |
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Preserve the master plan |
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To the next motherfucker counts a false return |
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Will be the last motherfucker as the palace burns |
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Fuck. The. Master. Plan. |
