We've drained full confession booths
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Polluted drinking wells with our repentances and then stood,
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Grinning with our arm around shoulders of a rotting child.
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Hold that pose.
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Provisional, arrogant little pigs who devour their siblings.
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Shoot that dog if we can't afford to feed.
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Shoot that dog if we can't afford to feed.
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Famine fathered a moth. Famine fathered a moth
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That begot our fathers.
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Keep your voices down I'm sneaking out.
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Hey! What's the big idea?
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Keep your fucking hands off the insight
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That rat has got its mother's eyes.
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That rat has got its mother's eyes.
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Breeding ad nauseam, they are ouring themselves into the sea.
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Stop. Thief.
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Stop. Thief.
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Stop. Thief.
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Stop. Thief.
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Stop. Thief.
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Stop. Thief.
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Stop. Thief.
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Leave your drunken accident at the prom.
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It'll grow to mend your broken heart.
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Don't sign the dotted line (Every house is a little bit of Hollywood).
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The world is too incredible to bring such ugliness into it.
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The artist is sneaking down the hall to impregnate the last of its kin.
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Indescernible mute in a swarm of derivatives.
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And I deny any part. I deny any part of a
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Deadbeat godfather.
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Deadbeat godfather.
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Deadbeat godfather.
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Bite your tongue. Who taught you those words?
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Blaspheme! When you are under my roof
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Don't ever say "Rock and Roll"
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Don't ever say "Rock and Roll"
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No Son of Mine
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Every Time I Die |