Happy robots say "life is fine"
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they're the ones I loathe
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they're stupid or they're lying
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or a little bit of both
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ignore disasters and say that life is great
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it never stops the smile on your shit consuming faces
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The stupid fucking hippies
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too stoned to see their lives are fucked
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going with the flow
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into the shitter they are sucked
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and then they got these magic crystals
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don't do a god damn thing
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just stinking of pachoulli
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while they choke on their ginseng
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Beating on a drum
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you sing of quiet and peace,
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burning marijuana
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and take the time to hug a tree,
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say no possessions,
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but get all that you can,
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you stink like shit and smile through it
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Don't ever trust a happy man
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Cheery retard masses,
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with evil Osmond smiles
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way too glad to be
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cuz "He" is on your side
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and then they hand out propaganda
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for sheep to join the cult,
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collecting guns,
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they rapt your daughters
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but nobody's at fault
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Beating on a drum
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you sing of quiet and peace,
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burning marijuana
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and take the time to hug a tree,
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say no possessions,
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but get all that you can,
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you stink like shit and smile through it
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Don't ever trust a happy man
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I don't want to go to heaven,
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it's filled with pricks like you
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I won't go inside the gates,
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leave me in the waiting room
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I'm sure that God hates you too
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he thinks your an obsessed fan
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see how you are?
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I'll never trust a happy man
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Never trust a happy man
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Stop Smiling
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| The Vandals |
