blood pressure is headed south
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servant becomes the master now
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the greediest sons of a bitch alive
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they came to bleed our city dry
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your ashes are dust to us
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born to money and fucked it up
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the greediest sons of a bitch alive
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won't buy us all
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backpedaling and preaching
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like you're putting out a fire
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you practice your pleasantries
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while you're draped over the wire:
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pardon me, well thanks a lot
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we were coming back to life
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but brutus couldn't resist the knife
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the greediest sons of a bitch alive
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shame on us all
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but soon we will expose you
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for your ignorance and lust
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we'll keep our talking dirty
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while we drag you through the mud
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we'll vilify your slanderings
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while you're under the gun
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a most hideous thing, denial
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pardon me, thanks a lot
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thanks a lot
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Pardon Me, Thanks A Lot
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| A Wilhelm Scream |
