Jot down the words you wanna say
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Make sure they don't conflict with mine in any way
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Make them sound good
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Remember the laws that apply
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I gave you a buck it's my right to decide
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Pretend your life is squeaky clean
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Pure as the virgin you think your daughter is
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She laughs in your face
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As you bring your speech to a close
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But she's doing it under your nose
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I don't care who you wanna pray to
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If it makes you happy then go ahead
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But you claim I'm wrong, what gives you the right
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Just stick to your own life
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You used to wear your pretty clothes
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Now that the scruff is in you're bluff, what you used to know
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But here come your rules
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The fashion police are in
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And suddenly your politics are changing again
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I Idoilise and criticize
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Push them in the right direction to paradise
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Praise them with guilt
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Distinguish the weak from the strong
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But knowing that we end up the same in the long run
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I don't care who you wanna pray to
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If it makes you happy then go ahead
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But you claim I'm wrong, what gives you the right
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Just stick to your own life
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The position you have may be lost
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I don't care who you wanna pray to
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If it makes you happy then go ahead
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But you claim I'm wrong, what gives you the right
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Just stick to your own life (x2)
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Stand By
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Dance Hall Crashers |