Someone said you're feeling ill
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Well they¡¯ve got this brand new pill
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Does anything you want but it doesn¡¯t come cheap
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Fast food particles stick to the veins
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Car exhaust goes to the brain
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Sickness is always free
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Help doesn¡¯t come that easy
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Lungs black with smoke
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I watch my neighbors die
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They¡¯ve got no self-control
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When they die no one cries
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¡°I could give a fuck for you¡± is the song they¡¯re singing
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So I wrote this one for us
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Now the big hand¡¯s hit the hour
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Could you give this up completely?
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Whisper to me what you want
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I would love to see you happy
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And I¡¯d come to visit soon
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But these streets are filled with landmines
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And these buildings lie in ruin
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And I¡¯m bleeding on the inside
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I feel angry I feel tired
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All bad habits turned to sickness
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If they¡¯re all saints then I¡¯m a liar
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But I think its time we fix this
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Saints
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| The Honor System |
