Suckin' on a screw down,
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Lie lappin' break down,
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Kissin' up the boy while the church burns down.
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Makin' up to God,
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Makin' up your bed,
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Lyin' up the God, playin' dead.
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I see the fizzle where the bombs fell on the beach.
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Tell me why the truth is what's stuck between your teeth.
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No one's leaving, till I say so.
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Hold that breathin'! This much I know!!!
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I know, where it hurts.
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Open up the flood gates,
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Open up the seven gates,
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Open up the door, hear the church burns down.
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Streakin' like a comet,
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Chokin' on yer vomit,
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One more roll play dead.
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Lord, I feel the pressure comin' down upon my head...
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Lord tell me why the truth is sometimes better dead...
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Hit the streets, hit the wall,
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Hit the sheets, have a ball.
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In the mouth, in the face,
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In the teeth, take a taste.
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Hit me where it hurts.
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Come on and, hit me where it hurts.
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Make 'em pay, make a stand,
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Break away, be a man.
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Who ya be, who ya are,
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Where ya live, what ya are,
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Hit you where it hurts.
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Gonna hit you where it hurts.
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Playin' dead, dead dead.
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No one leaving, till I say so.
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No more reason, this much I know!
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Where it hurts
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Where It Hurts
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