| He never killed anyone but he hurt
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| Somebody’s feelings once
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| Pushed in the corner with his shame dressed
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| Up like a dunce
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| Is it growth or decay when
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| You peel off the skin
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| Magazines dvds jeez
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| Where have you been
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| Easy to spot the perverts today
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| They’re ripe like low hanging fruit
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| Keep dirty secrets tucked away or lie and
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| Murder all with the truth
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| An exercise in debauchery
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| If all’s revealed a grim catastrophe
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| Bizarro ways ends up in misery
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| It’s an exercise in debauchery
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| You won’t care about this later
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| When you’re finished I’m sure
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| You need to figure things out
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| But your vision’s a blur
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| Will you come out of this phase
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| Is what I ask of myself
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| It’s your addiction to smut man
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| You really need help
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| Hard not to run from creeps today
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| They’re gross so give him the boot
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| You claim your actions are
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| Safe and sound
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| But that’s not getting down to the root
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| No it’s an exercise in debauchery
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| Hanging out with ugly company
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| We should talk and deal accordingly
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| With your exercise in debauchery
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| In fairness and kidding aside
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| Your choices are something to hide
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| In fairness it’s painful to watch
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| Won’t be there the day you get caught
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| You’re hiding behind the sun
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| Look at what you’ve become
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| When darkness gives way to glare
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| You’ll be there
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| Beware
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| An exercise in debauchery
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| If all’s revealed a grim catastrophe
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| Bizarro ways a form of sorcery
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| It’s a exercise in debauchery |