Hey creepo's... I'm talking to you
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I've got a message to give to you
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You've got a problem... we know
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But there's something you ought to know
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Standing there across the thoroughfare
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They stand and stare with that gormless air
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So funny to see how dumb some grown men can be
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An unwanted weed, a dying reed
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Left to consider life as it passes by
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Ignoring your calling, ignoring your taunting,
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Ignoring your feelings of self hate and loathing
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How empty and pointless your life must seem
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See them standing
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See them staring
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See them wearing that same stupid face
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Sticks and stones may break bones
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But these taunting crones only cause inner groans
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We ignore all your calling, ignore all your taunting
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Ignore all your problems of self hate and loathing
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Somebody should show them where to go
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See them standing
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See them staring
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See them wearing that same creepy face
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Standing there in the thoroughfare
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They stand and stare with that gormless air
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Does what you won't understand scare and make you mad?
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Resentful and envious, don't you disgust yourself?
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So funny to see how pathetic some men can be
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See them standing
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See them staring
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See them wearing that same stupid face
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Ignore all their calling, ignore all their taunting,
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Ignore all their faking, their self hate and loathing
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Somebody should show them where to go.
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Standing There
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The Creatures |