Live like a legend and die like an asshole.
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You dance with the man, shake his hand, shine his shoes.
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The revolution rock hits sound like shit through your iPod.
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"Put fists up like I got, now gimme the loot."
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How I tried to buy my soul back,
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but the devil bent me over for it.
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Got me curled up in the shower
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scratching the letters that read:
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Dear mother, I sold my soul for management.
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Fog blasts will not mask a stage act unnatural.
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Those timed jumps cause merch bumps, now guests list the suits.
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And past the smoke hangs the backdrop, crowd screams holy mackerel.
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Verse-chorus, verse-chorus, a solo, then boom.
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How I tried to buy my soul back,
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but the devil bent me over for it.
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Got you curled up in the shower
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scratching the letters that read:
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Dear mother, I sold my soul for management.
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I Wipe My Ass With Showbiz
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| A Wilhelm Scream |
