| Never had no friends, I was always the outcast
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| Just a psycho weirdo, I was just a piece of thrash
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| But I always had a partner in crime, that’s me and Jim
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| 'Cause I spent a lot of time in jail hanging out with him
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| Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
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| Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
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| Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
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| Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
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| Me and Jim were always, always going out
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| Looking for some fistfights, we were smashing all above
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| Never knowing where we’d end up, always breaking the law
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| Beating off on young girls, some nights we almost died
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| Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
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| Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
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| Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
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| Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
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| Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
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| Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
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| Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
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| Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
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| Jim and I were fucking crazy, we never had a care
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| Riding on a death trip, causing trouble everywhere
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| We’re uncontrollable, rebels with a cause
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| Mr. Beam was always there when I wake up on the floor
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| Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
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| Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
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| Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
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| Hanging out with Jim, hanging out |