"Track 1" as written by and Quan/ely Yeomans....
My life is a paradox
Seems that I care a lot
Meaning that I stare a lot
(But I don't give a fuck)
Armchair compassionate
Accessory fashion it
Get me a character fit to assassinate
I generalise, criticise, amplify
Exemplifying what? Take a shot
Then sell it while the barrel's hot
Lying there and rotting, I'm thinking, what do I crave?
Slave to the market, market for the slaves

I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like

Social stand-outs with plastic obsessions
Commercial handouts for catchy confessions
I've got the fear that I'm gonna get afflicted
With a means to an end, I'm contradicted
Lost my integrity just momentarily
Grab its sorry ass and pin the fucker down, please
Slap it in the face 'til it quits the hysteric
Rhetoric, then my friend you can fucking bury it

I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like

I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you


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"Track 1" as written by Martin Lee Ben Ely

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