I don't listen much to reason Everybody wants to be here Santa Claus has lost his mind Easter Bunny's not a rabbit Tricks are made for kids until Pseudo-psycho man tells you to fly Everyone just ran around just playing games With anti-socials no one ever taught you how To fall I don't listen much to reason everyone's a Fucking psycho no one ever taught you how to call Take it off and shoot it up and show me how Ya used to fly Take it off and shoot up and show me how Ya used to die Everyone around you superstar They can mother fuckin die I don't give a damn 'bout what you think All the pseudo-psychos hippies always stink No one else here brought up questions till you flied No one gave you any sex until you cried Trying to be a superstar Superstars lie
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