[written by The Rudiments]
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breakin' out the old wailing paddle
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pull the splinters out of your skin
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ice your knuckle, vow revenge
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corporal rule, teach it cruel
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hard times, you missed a grand grime
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ingrained acceptance, invisible scars
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take your whippin' like a man and you'll be a winner yeah
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don't you wanna shine like the stars
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good boys do good girls don't
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double standards feeding off the rusty remains of the past
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the things we learn from consequence
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we're all just figures messed up in coincidence
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you live your life by foolishness
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the things we least require take priority
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who listens to the punk rockers anymore?
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spit the fire like before, just like Mark Twain
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play the roles away
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driving past the billboards with the legs that sell
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get yourself a new car & a bottle & the babes will follow you
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it's all just fun you see, no one gets hurt
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why should we question what is commonplace
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the things we learn from consequence
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we're all just figures messed up in coincidence
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you live your life by foolishness
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the things we least require take priority
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play the roles away
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...in the classroom, in the back row, some old lecture
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...in the locker room, there's an asshole yellin' at your mom
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...on the bar stool, tryin' not to be, but it's hard to change
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...but in the end, who do you think created all the roles that we play?
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Wailing Paddle
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| Big D And The Kids Table |
