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6. | New Intro |
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Sad to say
Its over now
Here come the huns
Pick a side
Pick a spot
Here come, here come
Rome plows! Rome plows!
Rome plows! Rome plows!
Rome plows! Rome plows!
Rome plows! Rome plows!
Cal state
No fun
Stay put
Here come
To clean the slate
To pass the time
To erase
Yank crime
Why waste
Your time
Here come the huns
Be my
Date tonight
Here come, here come
Rome plows! Rome plows!
Rome plows! Rome plows!
Rome plows! Rome plows!
Rome plows! Rome plows!
Cal state
No fun
Stay put man
Here come
Too late
Yank crime
Erase
Yank crime
Yeah we're on
Yeah we're on
Yeah we're on
Yeah we're on
The receiving end
I've never been
Dear heart,
Dear friend,
I've never been on
The receiving end
I've never been
Not a scratch,
Not a dent
I've never been on
The receiving end
I've never been!
I've never been!
I've never been!
Sad to say
Its over now
Here come the huns
Pick a side
Pick a spot
Here come, here come
Rome plows! Rome plows!
Rome plows! Rome plows!
Rome plows! Rome plows!
Rome plows! Rome plows!
Yank crime
Cal state
No fun
Stay put man
Here comes
Yeah we're on
Yeah we're on
Yeah we're on
Yeah we're on
The receiving end
I've never been
Dear heart,
Dear friend,
I never been on
The receiving end
I've never been
Not a scratch,
Not a dent
I've never been on
The receiving end
I've never been!
I've never been!
I've never been!
Yank crime
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Do you compute?
I think you do
don't need it proven
don't wanna listen
don't need a tour of the pieces i'm missing
as if you were put here to straighten us out
and everything you said was being written down
you weren't and it isn't and nobody's listening,
and nobody gives a fuck what you go do with your life
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I got a shingle and i'll guard it with my life,
i'm just keeping off the flies
yeah i drank from the tap
shoulda left it in the pipes
this is my cause and my excuse
i'll take the loss but i'll get what i got due.
yeah i ain't burnt
just golden brown.
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Failures in outer space, failures and crimes,
lets get something straight: s'not for mine.
before you were born, after you die,
failures in outer space, failures and crimes,
it's depth - whatever its worth -
it's in the unit to measure the curse -
it's in the set-up yeah it's built in,
whatever the get up - yeah it's built in -
wait til the rubout - wait til the purge -
wipe the last ahole the fuck off our turf -
aloha! aloha! suit up!
luau! luau! luau! luau!
kill off the tourist and we'll all sleep sound
cash-in their fillings & blow it in town
we'll blow it on rifles, we'll blow it on drinks,
head in the corner, head in the sink
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Ready ready to let you in.
up with the mob.
it ain't no accident we're better off.
you're set to inherit what i got.
you're putty now in my hands.
you're bloody now in my hands.
yeah keep the herd in check or be absorbed.
thats all.
yeah that'll happen next and who'll be there to write you off.
bla bla bla...
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Yeah I'd stoop to that.
Sure I would.
Yeah you've been had.
That's how I got my job at the underwriter's lab.
That's how I threw a wrench in everything I had a chance to.
That's how I fixed it.
That's what I did.
And now my knees are spotless and my legs are crossed.
And I needn't spread them.
Cause i can afford:
piety, chastity, charity, your company.
That's how I lost my job at the underwriter's lab.
That's how I threw a wrench in everything I had a chance to.
That's how I fixed it.
That's what I did.
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You set it up, you set it right,
it's fair enough. al'right:
if i want a loan, if i wanna trespass.
why should i walk when you've got wheels.
when i'm in doubt, when i'm in debt,
when i'm in deep at your expense.
then i owe you. i owe you. i owe.
i'd never make you suffer, i know that wouldn't do,
and that ain't practical, and i ain't through.
when what i got needs fixing, when i want something new,
i know i'm covered with you. your're my human interest...
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Found yourself an asshole
find yourself the door.
ain't gonna fix your leaks for you.
ain't gonna watch the store.
every last string and gut pulled apart and divvied up
my share
trash man (etc.)
found yourself an asshole,
knew you could afford.
keep your handouts - cup cake -
find yourself the door
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