The ticking you hear is your life passing you by ...
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Do you feel you're not taken serious?
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That your input is brushed aside?
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That you can get no respect
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That people may even be laughing behind your back
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Does this make you question your self-worth?
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Well it should ... because you're worthless!
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Now take the case of the new-age cyco
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Confident, commanding respect
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Taking whatever he wants, from wherever it is
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I've been thinking, so to speak
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Knees are shaking, tired and weak
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I've been wondering, who I am
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I've been wondering where I am
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Su casa es mi casa, porque estoy muy loco
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If you have one, I'll have one too
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Not another, the one I took from you!
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Add my numbers, add it up
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I guess I got it ... give it up!
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Su casa es mi casa, porque estoy muy loco
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Now you've had some time to think
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Why don't you look in the mirror, tell me what you see
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Nah not on the outside, look inside, deep inside
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The true ugliness
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Not the self-created coloured hair, piercings hanging out everywhere
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The stuff you try to cover up and deny
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So there's a reason for everything
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Now you let the reason out
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Rising up, I feel it coming, let 'em know it's time!
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I'm still wondering, why I am
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Coughing up blood, spitting up phlegm
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So much anger, hostility
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Biting and kicking, inside of me
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I'm fully cyco, partly hexed
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Makes me wonder, who is next
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You need not worry, about what I am
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But you better worry, about where I am!
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Su casa es mi casa
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No quieres chingar conmigo
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The ticking you hear is your life passing you by ...
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Su Casa Es Mi Casa
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Suicidal Tendencies |