I am just waiting in a room.
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I only sleep but half the time.
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I am berating onlookers now,
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silently greeting pleasant eyes.
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Hello.
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I am just waiting in a room.
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My mind will slip from time to time.
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I am relaying from the roof now,
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messages bouncing from the wires.
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It's another day of fucking up a race horse.
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Water mains will rinse off the mud.
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Burn away the mark of our maker now
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while we're alive.
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I am just waiting in a room.
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My body lets the tale unwind.
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It tells how money turns the world round.
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This body welcomed its demise.
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It's another day of fucking up a race horse.
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Water mains will rinse off the mud.
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Burn away the image, pull the blinders down.
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And with hope a sound will mean the end.
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Our monikers are phrases uttered.
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He was wakes the others.
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His family is dead.
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They follow close to our tail
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How we gonna save ourselves?
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They follow close to our tail
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How we gonna save ourselves?
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How we gonna save ourselves?
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Lasix. Selenium. Thrush. Rain rot. Premarin.
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Dragged by the nose, trotted out for the motorists.
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Foal scours. Paralysis. Puncture site abscesses.
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Sodium pentobarbitol. Euphoriants.
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Glutamine. Zithromax. Cialis. Celebrex.
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No one is safe 'til my horse wins again.
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The bastard strangle of
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this hateful world
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is a captive bolt gun.
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We're disposable.
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Why are we so angry?
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Why are we so bored?
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Why are we so angry?
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We can't say no.
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Not anymore.
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Why are we so angry?
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Why are we so bored?
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Why are we so angry?
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We can't say no.
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Not anymore.
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'Til my horse wins again.
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The Horse
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| A Wilhelm Scream |
