you preach with such conviction
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but your life mirrors contradiction
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daddy foots the bills
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as you live a life of priveleged frills
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buying hair dye with mommy's visa card
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yet you bitch that life is so hard
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with a punker-than-thou attitude
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you hide behind a facade to elude
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[Chorus:]
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You're a simple book to read
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with your transparent creed
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Your facade recedes
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to your front-we do heed.
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sent to an ivy league school
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only to come out a corporate fool
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one day sporting daddy's benz
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next day your politi-punk stance condescends
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your opinions are ineffectual
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you're a phoney pseudo-intellectual
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out to prove yourself with verbal affrays
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but your prescence here is just a phase
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[Chorus]
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you make attempts to theorize
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with motives contrived to criticize
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you'll find ways to falsly justify your guise
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to explain to yourself your lies
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you'll be gone in two years-an accurate prediction
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and elsewhere you'll live out a life of fiction
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family money affords your fleeting radical views
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but nothing can buy you true virtues
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[Chorus]
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[Repeat 1st Verse]
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[Chorus x2]
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Transparent Creed
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| Devotchkas |
