the band with glasses and hard looks
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has got you down in their black book
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computerized, the crust elite
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don't need the smell of mission street
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have your cake and eat it too
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with fellow scum that worship you
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when you choke on our black smoke
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no one will be there for your rescue
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your fake representation
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shows right through your rotting skin
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the only ones you're fooling
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are the imbeciles ones you're fooling
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are the imbeciles who think like you
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you probe us with your jealousy
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your anger gives us the defeat
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we'll keep walking separate ways
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until someday, again we meet
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the band geek mafia all unite
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as we watch you fade away
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and on your gravestone we
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The Band Geek Mafia (The Horn Of Justice)
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Voodoo Glow Skulls |