| I want to be the first to bite the apple, hurt the chapel, rewrite the bible,
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| let the earth tremble
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| Make you pay the price for my thirst
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| You’re fucking welcome
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| Drop by to paradise, let’s ramble
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| I wanna gamble with the devil till I’m so deep in his deck
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| Till there’s nothing that can save me
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| Got to pay them with my death
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| I’m a rebel, I’m spitting in your temple, I’m trouble
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| I don’t know humble, let’s make love, tumble
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| I’m rat in your city stepped on, I’ll bleed to death
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| I’m a rat busy looking for disease to spread
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| I’m illegally-minded, crying for tomorrow
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| Running with my eyes closed, try to follow
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| Bend down low, tell you what I know
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| None of y’all gon' make it if your conscience grow
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| Sell your soul, everything must go, half of it is money and the other half is
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| show
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| I wanna shave the head of random hippies
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| Make them pay for living large, while dancing naked in the sixties
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| Go down to Disney, raped Mickey, humiliated by a standing little mermaid with a
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| stick trying to hit me
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| She ain’t pretty, but either way, stay with me as I wave at Britney
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| Fuck, I’m way past Britney
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| Witness my decay as I’m trying to trade a kidney for a bunch of crappy vinyls,
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| 'cuz I feel like playing Frisbee
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| I wanna raise the glass to every fuck-up in this town
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| Never face the past, goes around come around
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| Claim panic, I wanna pray for second chances
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| Fuck them up the same second after they’d been granted
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| Bend down low, tell you what I know
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| None of y’all gon make it if your conscience grow
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| Sell your soul, everything must go
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| Half of it is money and the other half is show
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| Bend down low, tell you what I know
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| None of y’all gon' make it if your conscience grow
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| Sell your soul, everything must go
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| Half of it is money and the other half is show
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| Step right up, step right up, cheap souls
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| Two for the price of one, that’s ice cold
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| Fresh from the body, while you rock your body
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| Man, these are the cheapest souls I’ve ever sold
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| Brand new, you can feel 'em, hold 'em
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| These are the types that always did what I told them
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| Hahaha, poor souls, what a shame, always played by the rules and they never won
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| a game
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| Today I’m practically giving them away
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| Tomorrow is another day, and it’s time for you to pay
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| Today I’m practically giving them away
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| I’ve got you in my pocket, save you for a rainy day
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| Bend down low, tell you what I know
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| None of y’all gon' make it if your conscience grow
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| Sell your soul, everything must go
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| Half of it is money and the other half is show
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| Bend down low, tell you what I know
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| None of y’all gon' make it if your conscience grow
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| Sell your soul, everything must go
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| Half of it is money and the other half is show |