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In the service of your own sakeStay away from those who breakAll the hearts of the ones that they lay up in their bedsForce yourself awakeTake whatever you need to makeAll the nerves in your body send the message to your headEchoes of speakers ignored like sidewalk preachersA call to get your fill, receipt to sign your billPay me in change I need a certain kindA green copper coin the hardest one to findBefore you lay down, make sure your conscience is cleanClean lies the velvet that lines your wooden submarineGet in all your action before your joints start crackingWith the youth that you are lacking 'cause the future's no funConstantly forgetting the things that you are letting just pass you right byAs you argue that they're dumbEchoes of speakers ignored like sidewalk preachersA call to get you fill, receipt to sign you billTake some advice, listen to someone niceWhat's "right is right" is called mixed messagesBefore you lay down, make sure your conscience is cleanClean lies the velvet that lines your wooden submarine From Letras Mania