Witness a jaded town
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Got some champagne for a forty ounce frown
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I've worked my theories through
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Already half dead and nothing more to lose
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Forget now what we've got
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And all your Old Stories celebratin wounds
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I've heard enough of "those days are gone"
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Because there's never time to play the fool
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Come on, kill the lights with troublemake
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Come on, smash the light and celebrate
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Let's tie a yellow ribbon around the necks
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Of the motherfuckers living for the giving in
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Move with the rogue set choking out the radio
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A thousand voices booming out in stereo
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From top to bottom knock them down like dominoes
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Why wake up in the past
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With well-framed pages from the book of rules
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I've heard enough of "where were you then"
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Because I don't give a shit about collecting dues
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I saw it coming now it happens all the time
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First you had a D.I.Y. chip on your shoulder
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Now you got an ego fifty fanzines wide
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Don't give me those eyes
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That confidence you're selling I won't but
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Maybe the costume fits
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But the script's still shit.
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O.K.F.M.D.O.A.
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| Dillinger Four |
