You sing about the straight-edge
Why do you think you're a
Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking when I said I'd
Susan Smith sank her car
And murdered her two kids
The real
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
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