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i hate my band they are what i am |
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they're filthy deceitful from fire to pan |
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and when i look back on what they've done to my life |
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they've cost me my dog, my job, and my wife |
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i hate my band more than you could know |
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they take yer mother and coercer to sew |
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the holes in their socks and even their kilts |
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they've spoiled the mil before it's been spilt |
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but don't get me wrong they're goods lads at heart |
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halos and horns, they got pitchforks and harps |
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i'm singin' you the story so that it be told |
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i toured as a young man, they made me old |
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i hate my band it's always the same |
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they waste all my time and they force me to play |
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when the concert is over the music is done |
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we constantly battle cuz 'it's half the fun |
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but don't get me wrong they're goods lads at heart |
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halos and horns, they got pitchforks and harps |
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i'm singin' you the story so that it be told |
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i toured as a young man, they made me old |
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i hate my band for all and for one |
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if we didn't sing it there'd be nae song at all |
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when finally alone and safe in my grave |
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i comfort to know that i may have escaped |
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so do me a favor when i've played my hand |
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inscribe on my tombstone "i hate my band." |
