you're standing there, you're feeling fake
is that a plastic gun
i guess your boss sent you to find out just what i've done

never seen your face, or knew your name
not where i'm from
and your friends aren't friends
till they're playing dead when the rally comes

you are so naive
we work faster than any thieves
you are so naive
we work faster, oh so fast

tell us all you know, is this all you know
spit it out, just spit it out
all you know, is this all you know
spit it out, just spit it out

one two three, release me from what i know
it's hard to find the time to take it slow
i work with (?) my friends again
again and again
could you tell me that it's all right
before i go

'cause you are so naive
we work faster than any thieves

tell us all you know, is this all you know
spit it out, just spit it out


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