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 (Shit face, rat turd, ass-lickin’ son of a bitch)Go ahead you fuckin' sadists
 Pucker up and kiss some babies
 Kiss 'em till they die of rabies
 Get your tits out for the ladies
 Summoned home from Barcelona
 Another day, another donor
 Two submissions or a coma
 Gutterpressville, Arizona
 Follow that ambulance and
 When that ambulance stops
 Take every photo opportunity that knocks
 Because you're popular
 And you're beautiful
 The whole world knows your name
 But suppose you gave a funeral
 And nobody came?
 Here's the church
 Here's the steeple
 Open the doors
 Where's all the people?
 
 Light up the sky with
 Sub-standard fireworks
 Release the pitbull doves of peace
 I've changed my mind about the mindless violence
 I'm happy doing porridge
 With the knowledge that at least
 You may be popular
 And you're beautiful
 The whole world knows your name
 But today you gave a funeral
 And nobody came
 Here's the church
 Here's the steeple
 Open the doors
 Where's all the people?
 
 
		
		
	
 
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