Your daddy didn't tell you
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You're a joke of the summer night
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Yeah, You're the fifth wheel,
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Over your corpse no one will cry.
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So you are burning, wrath child
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You are walkin' a lie
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You are talkin' with a knife.
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Mother always talked to you
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You're a f...in' kid, You're not mine,
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You've always had war in your head,
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Bombs in your brain, storm in your heart,
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So You're a lepper, bad guy
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You're walkin' lie
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You are talkin' with a knife.
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Every cop wants to catch you
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Each of them will say: You gotta be mine
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You spend your life in hiding-places
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I only know, that your dead or alive.
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Yes, you've got your own style
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You are a walkin' lie
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You are...
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[Chorus:]</i> Too many cops talk about you
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You flourish in s...
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Too many suckers talk about you
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You live in s...,
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(I don't think you love it)
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Too Many Cops
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| Acid Drinkers |
