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Parents, police, teachers, do we need them? Action, myself, attitude, I claim in mayhem I know you don't like me but I could care less You try to win, you lose, now who's the best? I fell nothing now A coma has set in this town My grave I've started to dig 'cuz Quincy ChiPs have black balled us and big The masses they can't relate Blind as a bat Blind as a bat but they think they know this and that Why don't they just wake up, smell the roses Smell the roses with their nozey noses And when you see me walk by I hope that I make you cry Your opinions are just lies It's too bad we're only gonna die From Letras Mania