Watch as we stomp your dome into the concrete
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How will you talk shit with your mouth sewn shut
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I don't think that you can say you know me
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Based on all the little things
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You've seen, you don't know shit
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If your band has something to day
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Come and say it to our face
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But be ready to back it up
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I think we should take this outside
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And finally finish this once and for all
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I'm so fucking sick and tired
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Of all these assholes wanna slander our name
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And think it goes unheard
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You're all as good as fucking dead to me
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Sometimes I want to carve my fucking eyes out
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Instead I'll take my rage out on you
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And when everything's dead
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You will know I am through
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Fuck you, fucking trick
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All I wanna do is slit your throat
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And ripe out your eyes
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Someday you will day, for everything you've done
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This will be the end of you
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You Play With Fire, You Get Cut
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| In The Eyes Of A Mistress |
