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They say I'm quite sick
But that's not quite it
I heard all that bullshit
Got sick of it
Fuck the fucking grapevine
I've only taken what's mine
That's not stealing, that's not stealing

I know all about their plans to snatch me
I know all about the benefits
There's no room to run when they've got you
You tell them from me...

They got the big call
Down the big hall
Heroes installed
Out in my hall
Now I can hear them out there
Counting on their fingers
One and one and one and one and...
All damn day, all God damned day

I've read all about their plans to watch me
And I've heard all about the box
There's no peace and quiet when they've got you
Please tell them from me...

They say I'm quite sick
But that's not quite it
I heard that bullshit
Got sick of it
Well, fuck the fucking grapevine
I've only taken what's mine
That's not stealing, that ain't stealing
That's called fun
Yeah, that's called fun

I've heard tell about their plans to keep me
And I know all about their love
There's no place to die when they've got you
You tell them for me...


Lyrics submitted by SoulCrusher

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