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Verse 1: |
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Eternal flame above my headstones |
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The set that I claim is null |
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X made of bones as revenge for the decaying skull |
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A raging bull ' til I' m paid in full |
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They wanna put my face in her penny then discontinue me, I' m still grateful |
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If we' re not allowed to age gracefully |
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I' m putting it all out on the table, exactly what will you take from me? |
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Choose carefully cause a magical head |
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Has no phanton power source and the battery' s are dead |
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Supposed to keep my head up, at the same time drop my shoulder |
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To plow through the nonsense, since I' ve gotten older |
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I' ve replaced too many parts in this motor |
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Mama said " knock down the house - start over" |
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Sometimes it feels like life is too long, but not forever enough |
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One day you can' t give it away, the next you basically beg for the stuff |
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Medical breakthrough, buy your time, sell it to us |
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For heaven is an electrical pulse, an adrenaline rush |
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The metal will rust, rust never sleeps if it' s death and taxes |
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Get a better conversion rate on cash because the past is a foreign land |
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But futuristic looking doormats |
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Sitting aside of our present home which really isn' t all that |
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So we started taking pictures with vintage filters |
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The village is all starting to shop at Urban Outfits |
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I couldn' t distinguish any specific difference |
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Betwixt small town hicks and big city slickers |
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Homogenous time zone from Westcoast to Eastcoast |
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Now I' m so post-post that I' m pre-post |
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Beat most at their own game |
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I try to eat toast that' s wholegrain |
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And I don' t need to bo-bo-bo-bo-bo to blow brain |
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Make ' em say uncle |
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I don' t give up, I don' t give in |
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What' s with this polluted gene pool that we all swim in? |
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This is 5 foot 10 inches of wishful thinking |
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I never signed a social contract so in fact there' s no rescinding |
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You can kindly cross my name off |
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I' ve been living a double life to work a double shift that never paid off |
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This is the second sunset I' ve seen since take-off |
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If life is a cakewalk I' ll serve you in the bake off |
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Hook: |
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Make ' em say uncle, make ' em say uncle |
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Who? Make ' em say uncle - huh |
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Make ' em say uncle - who? |
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Make ' em say uncle, uncle |
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You know what I am |
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Say what, say what? |
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I' m a bad, bad man |
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Make ' em |
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Make ' em say uncle, make ' em say uncle |
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Who? Make ' em say uncle - huh |
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Make ' em say uncle - who? |
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Make ' em say uncle, uncle |
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Drowned by the bloods that' s on their hands |
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Say what, say what? |
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Got damn |
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Verse 2: |
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The gravedigger creeps into the crypt then strips the bed |
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To find agendas that are hidden like pigeon eggs |
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Instead he finds nothing, only ink dipped feathers |
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And a sense perhaps the homie' s homing instincts been severed |
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The coupes been fled to recoup on these boots of lead |
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Can' t hear the primal screams or see through the red |
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I represent the late bloomers with great rumors to spread |
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Our brain is like an inflated tumor in the head |
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Now build a mountain of bills and debt climb it with a velvet rope |
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The creditors can' t find you with a telescope, run tell your folks |
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You love them dearly, but it' s time for the birdie to fly |
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Pack some self-addressed envelopes and kiss the world goodbye |
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You on our own with celestial oats to the sow |
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Extraterrestrial souls in ' em, you' re a homegrown information capsule |
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With increased value the more you travel |
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Don' t let them plant you in the gravel |
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Even shackles have shackles, that' s a shadow reference |
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We like to break the chains of darkness and we ask for seconds |
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It' s the heart of the Oliver Twisted calling on all mystics |
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I don' t advocate the Diablo, Pablo runs the repo men resistance |
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It' s a four decade' s worth of first impressions, youngin |
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Death comes in three' s, you' re soon to see the second coming |
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But dad told me I was destined for something |
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Despite the fact that I felt like less than nothing |
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He said " Fuck ' em, gotta make ' em say uncle" |
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Hook |
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Outro: |
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I' m not just an uncle, I' m somewhat poet |
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I' m a dead milk mental |
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An obscure top ten list essential |
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Welcome to the incredible shrinking Indian giving tree |
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Time to return the sap, that shit isn' t free |
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Need to keep my head up, at the same time drop my shoulder |
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To plow through the nonsense, since I' ve gotten older |
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I' ve replaced too many parts in this motor |
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Mama said " knock down the house - start over" |