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You wont like it
You wont feel it
Take it outside before the pain begins
We cant win this
Were all losers
Crawling up the ladder til were all insane
I dont know the reason for all this madness
You know where to put it you low-down bastard
I dont know the reason for all this madness
You know where to put it you low-down bastard
You irritate me
You make me nervous
Following the norm is like a game to you
The world is cheering
At your proposals
Intelligence will kill you and well all be saved
Take all your problems into your own hands
Make them dissappear one by one
Never fear the fire burning inside you
It will give you heat when you need it the most
You wont like it
We cant this