Used and abuse, cold and worn
Everything has been raped and torn
Because of leeches just liek you
Fake like plastic, don't come near me
You have no heart, You play the part
You fit the mould, You are getting old
Fake.. that's your name
Liar.. it's all your are
Cheat.. that's your game
Faggot.. get away
Put me down, well not this time
Make it clear, i'll draw the line
Dress the part, act the same
Slap of reality across your face
It's not time for growing flowers
It's time for throwing bricks
Righteous witty hippy faggots
I've had enough of your shit
Drawing the lines, stay the fuck away
Like it or not, I'm here to fucking stay
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