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I've got a story for you a tale of trendy trash
I forgot you know the ending well you
fking wrote it
And you think we don't see it your constant
Hit-parading I'd like to find your
Pressure point and push you down
You think we are all too dumb to pick apart
Your bulls**t song when your time is
All used up we'll be fine
It sickens me it hurts me how you've belit-
tled my dream I listen to you call it your
fking "music thing"
Another wasted effort limousines and pent-
house suites they brought and turned
You into the puppet of the week and
You think we are all too dumb to pick
Apart your bulls**t song You will never
Shake my hand no sign of faith no promise
Ring coz I can't stand you
You can't break me down
Piked off one by one
Broken hands smothered screams never
Meant
We were dead
Tell us all about how she left you cry
Beg and plead with her to forgive you
Or how the man has always kept you
Down share with us how much you paid for
Your song
This s**t spills from your mouth dis-
honesty filled with doubt that "man"
You talk
Your s**t about bought your cars your
Hit your house
Take a look into these eyes and realize
No sign of faith no promise ring coz I can't
Stand you - go
Bought and sold you're fkin'
Done bought and sold