You sing about the straight-edge
Why do you think you're a
Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking when I said I'd
Think I'm joking about your smoking
Think it's fair to steal
See you with that phoney smile
Love to wipe it of
Johnny was a good boy
But got messed up by the
Peace in the pit, what a load of shit
They'll never
Something deed
Inside of me
Something you will never see
But I believe
That
I know all your secrets
But I didn't let you know
Could
I want to know, what do you believe
I want to
Fuck you, and your entire fucked up crew
I hate you
I've never been fucked up before
But I'm more fucked up
I got no illusions
I make no excuses
I mean what I
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