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Real pain, real viciousness, that we can take.
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Yeah, stick a fat man up a pole.
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We laugh ourselves feral, because we've earned the right,
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we've done cell time and he's slacking, the scum,
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so ha-ha-ha at him!
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Because we're so out of our minds with desperation,
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we don't know any better.
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All we know is fake fodder and buying shit.
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That's how we speak to each other,
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how we express ourselves,
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is buying shit.
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What, I have a dream?