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You know it when it's over
Doors are closing feel the Sober staring at you You better take One last good look One more round and It's bottles to the Ground smashing Of the glass what a supersonic sound You gotta pull the Plug when it's time To die bottles to The ground Theres a suitcase On the sidewalk There's a record in A milkcrate, she'll be Staying you'll be Trowing wiskey Over one lip One more round Then it's bottle To the ground Smasing of the Glass a perfect Imperfect sound You gotta pay the Piper when the rats Are gone whoa whoa All bottles To the ground |
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| 2. |
| 2:47 |
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I will never feel the ribbon break
I will never taste sweet victory I dont wanna leave the rest behind I dont want enscription on a plaque never first or 2nd place, I will never run your rat race I will always be lower than you I wont be your competition, the lowest totem pole position is where I'd rather stay than be like you I dont feel the animal instinct I am not on top of the food chain the only battle I will fiercely fight is one that hibernates inside my head be the best, climb the ladder, do it better, harder, faster I refuse to participate if I go up, it will be slow, I'll bring in every one I know stoppin on the 6th or 7th rung on a pedistal, isnt the view great? you better watch your step, 'cause its a nasty fall when theres noone to catch you when you call... on a pedistal, isnt the view great? you better watch your step, 'cause its a nasty fall when theres noone to catch you when you call... |
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They're always doin' fry
They try to get me high I felt the pressure but I never did They used to call me dude Put it in my food I never wanted to when I was a kid ??? ??? Took my squirt gun And made it a bong My sister's name is Mary-Jane And mine's Bud! Mine's Bud! |
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Kick back watch it crumble,
See the drowning, watch the fall I feel just terrible about it That's sarcasm, let it burn I'm gonna make a toast when it falls apart I'm gonna raise my glass above my heart Then someone shouts "That's what they get!" For all the the years of hit and run For all the piss broke band on VH1 Where did all their money go? Don't we all know Parasitic music industry As it destroys itself Well show then how it's supposed to be Music written from devotion Not ambition, not for fame Zero people are exploited There are no tricks up our sleeve Gonna fight against the mass appeal We're gonna kill the seven record deal Make records that have more Than one good song The dinosaurs will slowly die And I do believe no one will cry I'm just fucking glad I'm gonna be There to watch the fall Prehistoric music industry Three feet in la brea tar Extinction never felt so good If you think anyone will feel badly You are sadly mistaken The time has come for evolution Fuck collusion, kill the five Whatever happened to the handshake? Whatever happened to deals no-one would break? Whatever happened to integrity? It's still there it always was For playing music just because A million reasons why All dinosaurs will die All dinosaurs will die All dinosaurs will die All dinosaurs will die |
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