I turn on the T.V. as switch off my head
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It's almost like bad fiction I have already read,
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well I think I'll come around and shoot your parents instead.
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But then I'd go to gaol and I don't like being cooped up inside.
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I may have lost my self-respect but I've still got my pride.
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I would steal a car but I don't know how to drive.
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The common law that binds us and that keeps us in place
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Is often misconstrued as a god-awful waste
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And it starts to unwind with a kick in the face.
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Legal. That's just not.
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I would take a cricket bat to a jewellery store
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That's if I had a spine and it was within the law
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I would give you the keys to the whole shopping mall.
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I would take a cash machine and run down the street
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That's if I had some muscles and was quick on my feet
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I'm afraid it's a fact that I'm inherently weak
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And that's just not legal.
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I turn on the T.V. as I switch of my head
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I wonder should I go out or just rot here in bed
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or I could burn down a school just to show that I cared
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Senseless acts of violence are not really my game
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I'm much too scared of getting caught or even worse-maimed
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and to swim with no arms well it's just not the same.
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That's just not legal.
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(That's) Just Not Legal
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| Frenzal Rhomb |
