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It’s different in sucker town where every minute’s born a brand new mayor
if you look outside today, you’ll see Satans on strike, marching around in central square

They’re holding their signs, in lines they stand, they’re erasing your chalk drawings all by hand
and they’re especially mad, ‘cause you RSVP’d and you BYOD’d, said you’d bring your own damned

now it’s the air I breath, it’s under my nails and my skin,
and if it gets inside, you’re done for, so don’t breath in.
Don’t breath in.

*inhale* Oh, sh*t…

It’s different where I come from, the earth fits the sky but sea is long gone
there’s a smooth, black, dead end street to run on, and if you look like you act then something’s gone wrong

and I might lay down gently, but my sheets police me, they cuss when I’m too drunk to smooth out the crease
And they’re none too pleased, cause I sweat and I bleed, and if suckers were dollars they’d be silk not fleece.

now it’s the air I breath, it’s under my nails and my skin,
and if it gets inside, you’re done for, so don’t breath in.
Don’t breath in. Don’t breath in. Don’t breath in…

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