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they live their lives lookin for a sign its a sign they're alive its a sign of the times they feel the need to spread their disease from sea to sea its the hypcorisy of man what makes them a better man than me or you or anyone i see if you've been where i've been then you know what i know if you've seen what i've seen then you know we're alone its sad yes but true show me one single piece of undisputable proof and they win done next case but they can't explain the human race i have to say its a shame the day when they all spew hate every sunday but thats enough thats enough about them lets bow our heads and say amen...
I LOOK DOWN AND I SEE ALL THE LIES AND HYPOCRISY IF HATES THE KEY LETS KILL EVERY SINNER FROM SEA TO SHINING SEA AND IF SOMEONE DARES TO THINK ALONE WE'LL TAKE THEIR FAMILY AND WE'LL BURN THEY'RE HOME HANG YOU OFF THE STEEPLE AS A JOKE BUT HEY SORRY THATS JUST THE WAY IT GOES
they come to me and they start tellin me its free happiness for all eternity lose the beer and give up the broads give up the parties that sounds like alot to me that doesn't really sound free to give my life here for something up there to sacrifice myself that won't proof its there now look me in my eyes and tell me thats fair its not which is why i won't be caught thinkin that i'm damned or thinkin that i'm lost they're wrong drop it i'm doin just fine their comes a time when you clear your mind and you think for yourself and you don't need help i'm independant i'm not going to hell in the name of the father and the son our happy little story has just begun
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one little two little three little kids all grew up with this and some excepted this is there any proof wheres the guarentee that my familys gonna live better than me well i don't know i guess i'll have to wait for time to show but in the meantime i'll tell you what i'll do not a godamn thing, so whats it to you i think i'm gonna start by havin a beer get some chicks and nail'm right here cause if i'm wrong we'll have a real long time to think about life and how we hate mike i ain't no preacher i just spit what makes sense pay your rent and don't write bad checks but thats enough thats enough about me hands in the air to the g-o-d
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