And he's a fucked-up man with a fucked up life
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Two dirty kids and an ugly wife
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Standard clothes and standard car
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Except of all that's what you are
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The only time he's having fun
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Is when he's up his neighbor's bum
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Kids himself that he's a man
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Never happy with a plan
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The roads are full, he's got no class
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But when's his head's right up his '
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But we don't like the things you do
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And we will not remember you
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Remember you
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He tells his kids not to be bad
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To grow up like their normal dad
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Stinks it down the barber's shop
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To buy his books and rubber cock
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Hide behind the master grins
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Covers all his fucking sins
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But we don't like the things you do
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And we will not remember you
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Remember you
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You're praying to your god of love
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To replay all your fucking loves
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But you're the meanest cunt in town
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The road near you is fucking down
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So don't expect respect from us
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You fucked your life up, can't you '?
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And we don't like the things you do
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And we will not remember you
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Remember you
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And we don't like the things you do
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And we will not remember you
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We Will Not Remember You
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| The Anti-Nowhere League |
