you want a piece of me?
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i'm like a razor blade
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i'm like a pound of blubber smothering a live grenade
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these are the days when the tv always stays on
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the show keeps running after the audience has all gone home
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i'm like a vampire
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with this taste for blood
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without the makeup and the cape i'm just a fucking hood
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these are the nights that none of us will live to forget
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lying face down as the monkeys rain down...
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she's one of the guys
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pounding that beat all night
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when the blood and all the makeup dries...
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(you were first in line)
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you want a piece of me?
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then join the daisy chain
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i'm like a fucking band leader for the hit parade
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i'm cracked like a speaker and i speak like a cracker
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these are the trip wires
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and i'm a loaded gun
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and you're the burning tires
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the burning fires
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the days have come
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i did not believe it
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'til i smelled it, then i had to see it
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did you know you're my motherfucking (motherfucking) hero?
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the wind beneath my wings is burnt and stale
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oh...mmm
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you want a piece of me? well, come one!
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The Angry Cry Of The Angry Pie
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The Falcon |