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You can take it from me
And all the letters that I’ve written
Put your trust right in me
Like a note with a pigeon
I don’t have anything to offer the general public
The firey pitchfork runners
It’s all so ugly
It’s all twisted
You all fucked it up
Now it’s too serious
You squeezed the fun, out of it all
You swung to hard and threw your back out
You kicked yourselves right in the ass
Not my thing
Not my problem
**** em all
The whole lot of em
