| That’s quite a mouthful
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| You didn’t think I’d catch it
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| I haven’t sold, haven’t bought
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| And I’m not apologetic
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| But I’m American
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| My womb was shrink wrapped
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| Fell from the tree
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| Dropped like a child
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| And I’ve got a bad rap
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| No daisies in the barrels
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| No love lost
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| No plastering your peace signs everywhere
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| No daisies in the barrels
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| No white flag
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| We don’t have a front line, we’re all standing, gun in hand
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| No daisies in the barrels
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| We will be using our hands
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| No daisies in the barrels
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| Take your head out your hands
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| We will be using our fists to let you know we’re mad
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| Wired your mouth shut
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| And they adjust the tension
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| Trouble maker
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| Would’ve snitched
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| To reduce the sentence
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| We produced you
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| We’ve become
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| Our violent fore fathers
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| Every man is equal with some fine print
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| And hidden clauses
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| Born with it or learned
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| You thinks it’s such a shame
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| He better fix himself now and work through the pain
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| You’ve got me laughing over here
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| You say it’s already been written
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| That he was born in fire and buried never to be risen
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| No daisies in the barrels
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| We will be using our hands
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| No daisies in the barrels
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| Take your head out your hands
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| We will be using our fists to let you know we’re mad
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| No food 'til your hands are clean
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| 'Til your hands are clean
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| You get nothing til' your hands are clean
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| You get nothing
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| No daisies in the barrels
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| (No love lost)
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| No daisies in the barrels
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| (No white flag)
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| No daisies in the barrels
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| We will be using our hands
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| No daisies in the barrels
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| Take your head out your hands
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| We will be using our fists to let you know we’re mad |