Hey, do what you want
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But don't do it around me
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Idleness and dissipation
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breed apathy
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I sit on my ass all goddamn day
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A misanthropic anthropoid
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with nothing to
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Say what you must
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do all you can
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Break all the fucking rules
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And go to hell with superman
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And die like a champion ya hey
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<Interlude>
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Hey, I don't know if
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the billions will survive
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But I'll believe in god when
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one and one are five
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My moniker is man
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and I'm rotten to the core
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I'll tear down the building just
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to pass through the door
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do all the plan
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do all you can
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Break all the fucking rules
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And go to hell with superman
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And die like a champion ya hey
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cked down
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and they put you first in line
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And so you finally ask yourself
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just how big you are
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and take your place in a wiser
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world of bigger motor cars
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<Intelrude>
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So Where the hell was Biggles
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when you needed him
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last Saturday
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And where were all the sportsmen
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who always pulled you though
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They're all resting down
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in Cornwall
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writing up their memoirs
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for a paper-back edition
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of the Boy Scout Manual
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See there! A man born
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Do What You Want.
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| Bad Religion |
