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AThought that I was nothing more tDhan one of your pawns While you storAmed your ladder rung by ruDng
Though your conscAience bled about everything yDou said I sBmincerely hope you had a litEtle fun And I bet it felt swell to damn me to hell While the rest of us lost our cool Yet still I live despite what you did Because I know that I am uglier than you
AFight the power, figC#mht the future, fight thF#me CDA E Fight your conscience, fight your jesus, lose me on your way
ASomething came around the corner ESomething went a little wrong
DCall me fag, have some class ACome on fatso kick my ass
Break for a lunch of model glue punch And a thermos of your mother's Pam You made it quite clear you didn't want me near And I faked it like I didn't give a damn And Sonia Bianchi never lost touch With the way you never lost your cool And although you're a prick and make people sick I guess this world doesn't need another fool Now in the end I'm forced to contend That my personal war is through Now I'm dumped and your ego's pumped Cause somebody wrote a song about you