Because I'm tired of maturity, airport insecurity
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Runnin' from the Thought Police, fightin' with the go-betweens
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Hold up, let me steal a breath
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'Cause we're dealin' with identity theft
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(You need an education)
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I don't see why I got to
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(You need a good degree)
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As to assimilate
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So little time, so much to be bored by
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If no one trod along Harvard lawn, no one'd make a nuclear bomb
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They don't teach you how to care, empathisin' if you dare
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Euthanize your sense of fair play, better to obey
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No child is free, oh, why, it's queasy to see
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Is that an elementary or a penitentary
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Huh, geez, get off my back
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Beat it, take it to town, man
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Idiots go to college to get dumbed down
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Ooh, it leaves you bereft
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Ooh, identity theft
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I may be wrong, I don't know why
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I may be wrong, but I'll try
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Because I'm sick of the insanity, watchin' horny manatee
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Feelin' like a libertine, dealin' with the death machine
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Hold 'em up, it's a street arrest
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And we're dealin' with identity theft
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(You need a publication)
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I don't see why I got to
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(You need a press release)
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As to assimilate
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Journo-fascist profiteers, pornotastic pioneers
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Bonbonbastic puppeteers, get away from me
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How can you write what we read, that ain't my reality
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You disabuse humanity, humility and fealty
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Oh, you guess you got an edge
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Hiding your hedge from the feds
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Puttin' down the little veg
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(Ignorance is a right, not a privilege)
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I'm finished, done, and had it
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And while you fucks are at it
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As far as I'm concerned, Pluto's still a planet
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Ooh, you die a quick death
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Ooh, identity theft
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I may be wrong, I don't know why
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I may be wrong, but I'll try
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Because I'm sick of all the sabotage, where's my female entourage
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Lookin' for some kind of closure, all I'm findin' is Ray Bolger
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Hold up, hell yeah, I'll confess
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'Cause we're dealin' with identity theft
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(You need an occupation)
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I don't see why I got to
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(You need a boss to please)
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Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, you're late
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Yakety yak, don't look whack, Nellie, you're a heart attack
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Murder, murder, on the wall, who's the butchest one of all
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(Where'd you get that vegan dress, a flea market)
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Oops, I forgot, you design for Target
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Shun violence and religion, don't ever play with nuns
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But I punched a man on Broadway just to watch him cry
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Every guy I went to try said I fight him but I can't think why
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Bent unhinged and singed
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I cringe to watch the main event
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But in the end, there's no success like revenge
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Ooh, it leaves you bereft
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Ooh, identity theft
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I may be wrong, I don't know why
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I may be wrong, but I'll try
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Because I'm tired of hypocrisy, is it them or is it me
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If Jesus Christ is left in ruin, Satan, buddy, how you doin'
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Hold 'em up, it's a street arrest
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And we're dealin' with identity theft
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Because I'm tired of being sweet and nice
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Fuck you once and fuck you twice
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Show your passport, get that stamp
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Funny like a nazi camp
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Hold 'em up, hell yeah, I'll confess
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'Cause we're dealin with identity theft
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Identity Theft
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Nellie McKay |