Some say ya troubled boy
Just because you like to destroy
All the things taht bring the idiots joy
Well,
What's wrong with a little destruction?
- the fallen
If I like cocaine, I'm racing you
For organic fresh Echinacea
One kick's as good as another
If I'm tired, I'm tired of telling you
I'm never tired, I'm always better than you
Bye boy, run to your mother
- this boy
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