90 lines
2.2 KiB
Markdown
90 lines
2.2 KiB
Markdown
Fucking Dickheads
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I can have
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I can have
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I can have whatever you think I have
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Entering a supermarket
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I can have a knife to stab you in an empty aisle
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But it would make you miserable
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So you think, ah fuck it
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We're better than this, huh?
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We're all people, after all
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But pardon me, ain't it always about people
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When shit goes south.
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Or you think I'm goon.
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So what now?
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So fucking mean, so fucking lame
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Who can blame you for being so polite or so naive?
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But I'm telling you, it's a lie
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We're not better, we're the worst
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I'd better be a storyteller
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But this story wants me to be a part of it
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I'm so lost, I'm so lost
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So what now?
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It's not trustworthy
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And it's not about trust, it's about worthiness
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I want to be a bookworm
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But I don't have time for anything I'd want
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I'm a resource for this freaking time.
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It's slowly sucking all the energy out of me
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And turning it into death and suffering
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For anybody around me
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So what now?
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I'm a goldmine
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Stuffed with blood
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But ain't you the same?
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Or you don't believe it, luv?
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I'm just playing, it's not for real, is it?
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But you're snorting another coke line
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And your future is instantly turning bright
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Until the first gulp of beer
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And then everything is back to normal
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Everything is normal again.
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Everything is OK.
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So what now?
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Your action?
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What now?
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What's next?
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I can have whatever you think I have
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Entering a supermarket
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I can have a billion dollars to give you as goodwill gesture
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But you wouldn't believe it, because deep in our souls
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We are all greedy fucking assholes
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And we know that everybody is the same
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Everybody is the same
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So what now?
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We're alive and hence we're not dead
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But ain't we dead because our hearts are still beating
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And our lungs still can consume some exhausted air
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Like straight from the tail-pipe
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Still fresh, still hot
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Or because our minds are not clouded
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I'm mental, and so are you, aren't you?
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Either now, or later
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Either now, or later
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So what now?
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Your action?
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What now?
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What's next?
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I could have whatever you thought I'd have
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Entering a supermarket
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But after all I've got my shopping bag and some euros in my wallet
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To buy some shite because I'm a living exhibit
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Of freaking unconscious consumption
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And a victim of advertisement and imposing of interests
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Boring, huh
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