I stand here before you
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The way life has made me
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Ill mannered, foul mouthed
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Bad tempered and lazy
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I stare at your world
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Down the neck of a bottle
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Every day is a death ride
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When I hold the throttle.
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To the drowning I am water
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For your calm I am the storm
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I'm the fiend who's with your daughter
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In bed well before the dawn.
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Was I the cat that got the bird?
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They'll put the blame on me
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Everything was grand in wonderland
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Till Charles Manson came to tea.
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Each moment's a game
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And I must play it to win
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And if you cannot bear it
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Then you'll just have to grin
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All the world is a stage
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So I aim to upstage you
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("By the pricking of my thumbs")
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Kill me off - but like Banquo
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I'll come back to plague you
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("Something wicked this way comes")
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All martyrs seek their cross and nails
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The rebels grail his cause
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So I'll just sign away my soul
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And forget the buy-out clause.
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The few who see me through my disguise
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Abhore, deplore, hate and despise me
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I care not what you perceive
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Fall unto your knees
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Jack the Ripper went to Sunday school
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With his best friends Mack the Knife
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And the blue eyed boy
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Who lives next door
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He's a junkie Jesus Christ.
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Do you think I'll be sad
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'cus you don't like me
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Well I consider it highly unlikely
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Spill the milk but I won't cry
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My eyes are watertight
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Like my alibi.
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Yes I'll love you then leave you
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For no apparent reason
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My names are many
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My friends call me "Legion"
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The light that casts the shadows
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Darker shades of black
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That hide the drugged up mugger
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Who will stab you in the back.
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I'm not the type of angel
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Who fell from divine grace
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I'm the one who was so bad
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He never got there in the first place
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The vulture in the wings
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As the battle flags unfurl
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"Pleased to meet you,
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I'm the wickedest man in the world."
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The Wickedest Man In The World
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| Skyclad |
