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People gonna make ya wonder if you're right |
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Keep ya wide awake and worried late at night |
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Why don't ya tell'em to beat it |
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Why don't ya tell'em to eat it |
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Just a bunch of clowns |
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Don't let'em grind ya down |
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Sons of bitches, crocodile tears in their eyes |
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We scare'em shitless just by showin' up alive |
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Why don't you tell'em to shove it |
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They might as well love it |
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Give you runaround |
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Don't let'em grind ya down |
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Evil bastards ain't got nothin' else to do |
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Make your life a misery and put you off your food |
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Don't you dare to go under |
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Don't let'em steal your thunder |
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Listen to the sound |
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Well let'em grind that down |
