You compromise your style
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to make that inch a mile
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It's a pit the truth just died
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But you never held that dear
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Excusing pedophiles
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How do you sleep at night
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Hold on with all your might
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With a golden smile plastered on your lips
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Now Jesus can't hide you
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The mirror looks through you
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No doubt you spoke too soon
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Now we see all the hate you hide
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Will you stand idly by
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And watch the truth just die
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In a nation that's built on lies
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You'll be eating a better brand of shit
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Yellow, Brittle! (Hand me my gun son)
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Yellow, Brittle! (It's time to feel strong)
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Yellow, Brittle! (Disguising faces)
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Yellow, Brittle! (Hide your disgrace)
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Six year olds sucking cock
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It makes your stomach lock
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It's a pity you don't give a fuck
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While the guilty run the show
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Will you stand idly by
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And watch the truth just die
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In a nation that's built on lies
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Where was jesus when you fucked that little girl?
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Two-faced weakling in a double standard world!
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The change in form
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The coming storm
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Nature's made mistakes
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An innocence is lost
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Yellow Brittle
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