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This has gotten out of control
Keep talking shit and you might drown in it
Runnin’ your mouth like a couple of trolls
Who never made it
A pretend friend
A fake to my face
You backstab
While you wish for a taste
I can’t believe
You’re all the same
Lost in Long Island
There comes a time
Now your actions are catching up
Everyone took a ride
We all know
That you’ve been stretched
Who’s next in line
Dressed in your Sunday’s best
You’re just a fucking wreck
Make-up can’t hide the ugliness
Take them to bed
One by one
Wake alone again
Another notch for old glory

These long drives home
Are for nothing
Except to reflect
And I can smell the scent of Long Island
On your breath

Liars, Fakes, Maggots, Skanks
How dare you
Run your mouths
You don’t know about us
Shut your face

These long drives home
Are for nothing
Except to reflect
And I can smell the scent of Long Island
On your breath

Washed up Long Island scum
No fun for anyone

You take a ride on the LIE
(Lie!)
Every night of your life
You take a ride on the LIE
(Lie!)
Every night of your life

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