Sluts in skirts, scattered all over this scrabble board
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no wonder very few words worth using are being played.
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This unintelligible squawking is drowning out anything
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worth listening to
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So we're toning down everything
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We're toning down everything
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And using huge hand gestures trying to get a point across
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to the deaf and blind
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to the deaf and blind...
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Anything to numb
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anything to encourage ignorance.
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Anything to numb
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Anything to put us to sleep.
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Anything to numb
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anything to encourage ignorance.
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Anything to numb
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Anything...
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Someone, anyone, take off your shirt and pacify.
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Make it easy for us to eat, easy for us to sleep.
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I think we deserve it rephrased!
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Someone, anyone, take us out back and put us down!
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I think we deserve it
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I think we deserve it.
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Because it's not far from pleasure island
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where the pink flesh gets its fur.
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It's there that the noise you speak
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can finally be heard.
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It will make sense to the rest of your
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four-legged stench-ridden gluttonous kin.
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You can feel comfortable in your skin.
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You will feel comfortable in your skin.
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We're trying to speak clearly but our voices get
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drowned out by the over-excessive braying and
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the always open mouth...
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Mouth
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Fear Before The March Of Flames |