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One, two, three, four! | Almost every day | I see the same face
One, two, three, four! Almost every day I see the same face On broken picture tube It fits the attitude If you could see yourself You put you on a shelf Your verbal masturbate Promise to nauseate Today I'll play the part of non-parent Not make a hundred rules for you to know about yourself Not lie and make you believe what's evil Is making love and making friends and meeting God your own way The right way To see To bleed Cannot be taught In turn, you're making us Fucking hostile! We stand alone The truth in right and wrong The boundaries of the law You seem to miss the point Arresting for a joint? You seem to wonder why Hundreds of people die You're writing tickets man My mom got jumped, they ran! Now I'll play a public servant To serve and protect by the law and the state I'd bust the punks that rape, steal and murder And leave you be if you crossed me, I'd shake your hand like a man Not a god To see To bleed Cannot be taught In turn, you're making us Fucking hostile! We stand alone Vince! Come meet your maker, boy Some things you can't enjoy Because of heaven, hell A fucking wives tale They put it in your head Then put you in your bed He's watching say your prayers 'Cause God is everywhere Now I'll play a man learning priesthood Who's about to take the ultimate test in life I'd question things because I am human And call no one my father who's not closer than a stranger I will not listen To see To bleed Cannot be taught In turn, you're making us Fucking! Fucking! Fucking! Fucking hostile!
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