| I met that guy, that guy late one night
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| His face was gleaming in the pale moonlight
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| His arms were scarred, a guitar in hand
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| I found it hard to keep my stand
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| I raised my very last beer for defense
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| He said «Thank you» in a mocking sense
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| And he said: «If I could start anew
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| I would play stuff like you!»
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| It’s meant to shock you off
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| They try to scare away
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| They’re really not that tough
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| Don’t fear the evil that men display!
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| We played a show, a show far away
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| We left the bus for the restrooms urgently
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| Some local band had put on their make-up
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| The bathroom’s floor soaked with blood
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| They played their show in an infernal way
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| Backstage we could hear them say:
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| «Don't you buy that new mascara!
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| You won’t look well, smears like hell»
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| It’s meant to shock you off
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| They try to scare away
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| They’re really not that tough
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| Don’t fear the evil that men display!
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| At first it scares you, strikes you with fright
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| Then it appears in a different light
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| What seemed to be an offensive attack?
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| Preventive defense to keep you back
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| If you see someone scary and frightful
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| Believe in half of what you see
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| Because the guys who are really nasty
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| Know to pretend they are friends
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| It’s meant to shock you off
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| They try to scare away
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| They’re really not that tough
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| Don’t fear the evil that men display!
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| It’s meant to shock you off
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| They try to scare away
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| They’re really not that tough
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| Don’t fear the evil that men display! |