You feel the knife stuck in your back
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You feel it twist and you hear it crack
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Can't make a sound for the sudden pain
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You wish your blood were Novocaine
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You see the smoke and you feel the flak
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You're burning up and you're turning black
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They say you fell and you hit your head
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Your other bun is Whitenbread
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Vicious rumours, paranoiac fears
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Sonic boomers ringing in your ears
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All of this is getting normal now
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You'll never go back to your farming plough
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Vicious rumours
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You're right at home back at William's flat
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You heard a sound you turned and shot your cat
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Your hands are shaking, everybody sees
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And there's a rhythm drumming in your knees
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You return into a foreign night
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Inside you know something is just not right
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Sometimes you duck when you see your pet
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Canary turned into a Sabre jet
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Shocked consumer...you're just an average guy
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Swelling tumor pushing on your eye
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And now you know why all the headaches come
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And why you're getting progressively numb
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Vicious rumours
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I've been denied, debriefed, detuned
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Sometimes I howl right at the moon
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My family treats me gradually
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They know my volatility
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Vicious rumours, paranoiac fears
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Sonic boomers ringing in your ears
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And now I know why all the headaches come
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And why you're getting progressively numb
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Vicious rumours
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Vicious rumours [8x]
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Who do you think we are [5x]
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We don't care [2x]
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Vicious Rumours
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Alice Cooper |