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Lyricist: At the Drive-in
Lyrics:
K-k-k-kiss and kill your boyfriend And all the rich ones too Rich kids of the world unite Rich kids of the... Dime on the bleachers Head says that's not far away But the only way up is down And I keep on falling Flip it again But the answer hasn't spared a change Doesn't matter how much time You'll never forget that forgetting's required Served on a platter of fakes It's inevitable: We're proud to be pricks We're proud to be assholes We're proud to be assholes We're proud to be assholes We're proud to be assholes Picking up the pieces one by one Picking up the pieces one by one Picking up the pieces one by one Picking up the pieces! Picking up the pieces one by...
Don't let it, don't let it ride Don't let it ride Don't let it, don't let it ride Answer Someone Anyone Won't you pick up the pieces You left Behind? Answer Someone Anyone Won't you pick up the pieces You left Behind? Kiss and kill your boyfriend
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