Turn off the radio, cause it means nothing to me anymore There's a silkscreen press in the basement, and an old guitar I've got a good idea! You think we're gonna give in, Well we're not gonna join...
Running your lip, got a grin on your face Boy, you better quit before I give you taste You say I’m going down with my crown in the mud But you’re just another boy and you can’t back it up Here we...

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