My land is wide
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My skies are blue
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My goals are high
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My mark is you
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My hands are red
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My legs are long
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My word is spread
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Be it right or wrong
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Good luck getting me to commit
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My a.k.a. is hypocrite
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Rather be bullying the underfed
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And treat you like you got a hole in your head
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I go...
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Right round pushing out the riff raff
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No matter where it came from
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Never mind the wisdom
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Only see it my way
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Take it or the highway
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Welcome to the land of Generica
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My grass is green
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My bonds are junk
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My truth looks sheen
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My soul's in a funk
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My eyes are blind
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My talk is cheap
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My heart is fickle
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My tax is steep
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Try my McNuggets and a side of fries
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Just might kill you off but never-mind
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Call my doctor to set up a time
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Two hundred grand oughta do just fine
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I go...
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Right round pushing out the riff raff
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No matter where it came from
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Never mind the wisdom
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You only have two choices
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Guest list or black list
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Welcome to the land of Generica
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Don't go thinking outside of the box
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Might have to kick you right in the crotch
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Stick with me Mr. Stereotype
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You know it man, I'll keep you up on the hype
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I go...
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Right round imposing my creation
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Mass produce it for you
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Everything looks brand new
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Put it all on credit
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A hundred years to pay it
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Force you to agree
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While your smiling at me
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Whoopee!
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I go...
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Right round pushing out the riff raff
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No matter where it came from
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Never mind the wisdom
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Only see it my way
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Take it or the highway
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Welcome to the land of Generica, Generica
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Generica
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| Winger |
