We've come to write on your walls,
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And eat your food.
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Gonna drop a bit of acid,
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Divvy up a sheet or two.
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We're the creatures of the nightime.
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Pupils burning inside my head.
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No matter where I start off,
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I finish at Ded Teds.
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Ded Teds.
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Ded Teds.
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Ded Teds.
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Ded Teds!
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It's been 3 years of dwelling,
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I'm starting to mold.
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All my friends just sit around,
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Drink beer, It's getting old.
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In that house,
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That house of Ted.
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In that house,
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Where you're better off dead.
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Sittin' by the window,
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Watchin' all the walls breathe.
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People in the bathroom,
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Rollin' up their sleeves.
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Crews in the backyard,
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Rollin' up a big spliff.
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Cops in the front yard,
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Stirrin' up useless beef.
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It's past 2 o'clock now.
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Can't buy no brew.
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Passed out on the couch,
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Feeling button approach you!
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Ded Teds.
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Ded Teds.
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Ded Teds.
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Ded Teds!
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In that house,
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That house of Ted.
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In that house,
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Where you're better off dead!
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Ded Teds.
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Ded Teds.
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Ded Teds.
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Ded Teds!
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Ded Teds
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