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Witness a jaded town got some champagne for a forty ounce frown I've worked my theories through already half dead and nothing more to lose Forget now what we've got and all your old stories celebrating wounds I've heard enough of "those days are gone" because there's never time to play the fool Come on, kill the lights with trouble make come on, smash the light and celebrate let's tie a yellow ribbon around the necks of the motherfuckers living for the giving in move with the rogue set choking out the radio a thousand voices booming out in stereo from top to bottom knock them down like dominoes Why wake up in the past with well-framed pages from the book of rules I've heard enough of "where were you then" because I don't give a shit about collecting dues I saw it coming now it happens all the time first you had a D.I.Y. chip on your shoulder then you got an ego fifty fanzines wide don't give me those eyes that confidence you're selling I won't buy maybe the costume fits but the script's still shit From Letras Mania