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beetle on its back. And there's no way for me to get up. Love'll get you like a case of Anthrax. And that's something I don't want to catch Ought to control what I do to my mind. Nothing in there but
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for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono. Run-DMC first said a deejay could be a band. Stand on it's own feet, get you out your seat. Beat is for Eric B and L. L. as well, hell. Wax is for Anthrax
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Yeah Now we're Anthrax and we take no *. And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. I'll steal your pop-tarts like I stole your socks. Yo man, what's the matter
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Ow!, Ow!. . *Not! Not!. . Yeah. . *Not!. . Now we're Anthrax and we take no *. . And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. I'll steal your pop-tarts like
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Ow!, Ow!. . *Not! Not!. . Yeah. . *Not!. . Now we're Anthrax and we take no *. . And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. I'll steal your pop-tarts like
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where we fit. All you new jacks, what is it?. You're kidding me, get off our dicks Now we're Anthrax and we take no *. And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. And
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Ow!, Ow!. . *Not! Not!. . Yeah. . *Not!. . Now we're Anthrax and we take no *. . And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. I'll steal your pop-tarts like
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like a beetle on it's back. And there's no way for me to get up. Love'll get you like a case of anthrax. And that's something I don't want to catch. . Ought to control what I do to my mind. Nothing
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Music by the *** Pistols. Lyrics by Anthrax. . . There was a bunch of roadies. And this here is their story. A scurvy bunch of evil twits. Who never say they're sorry. . They've traveled
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for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono. Run-DMC first said a deejay could be a band. Stand on it's own feet, get you out your seat. Beat is for Eric B and L. L. as well, hell. Wax is for Anthrax
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for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono. Run DMC first said a deejay could be a band. Stand on it's feet, get you out your seat Beat is for Eric B, and L. L. as well, hell. Wax is for Anthrax, still it
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Anthrax, still it can rock bells. Ever forever, universal, it will sell. Time for me to exit, Terminator X-it Turn it up! Bring the noise!. Turn it up! Bring the noise! From coast to coast, so you can
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for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono. Run DMC first said a deejay could be a band. Stand on it's feet, get you out your seat Beat is for Eric B, and L. L. as well, hell. Wax is for Anthrax, still it
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Ow!, Ow!. . *Not! Not!. . Yeah. . *Not!. . Now we're Anthrax and we take no *. . And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. I'll steal your pop-tarts like
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Ow!, Ow!. . *Not! Not!. . Yeah. . *Not!. . Now we're Anthrax and we take no *. . And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. I'll steal your pop-tarts like
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Ow!, Ow!. . *Not! Not!. . Yeah. . *Not!. . Now we're Anthrax and we take no *. . And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. I'll steal your pop-tarts like
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Ow!, Ow!. . *Not! Not!. . Yeah. . *Not!. . Now we're Anthrax and we take no *. . And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. I'll steal your pop-tarts like
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Ow!, Ow!. . *Not! Not!. . Yeah. . *Not!. . Now we're Anthrax and we take no *. . And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. I'll steal your pop-tarts like
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I got so much trouble on my mind. Paranoia time. I'm running out of life. Clockwise and the seconds tick away. Each line that cuts my face. Cut as each hand moves into place Paranoia. Amped and
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What do you do when something dies. A life together ended, your living a lie. When did this act become reality?. Hello conscience, do I laugh or do I cry Nothings ever perfect. This is just a test
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I wait, I hate, silence kills you like a loaded gun. My time, you waste, resolution turn your back and run. Drunk with power, your ivory tower. Never stood, never could, and around and around. You
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Antisocial You're a train ride to man importance. You're in love with hell existence. The money is all that you desire. Why don't you pack it in and retire It's common sense you can't fool me. I'm
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So I say to you. So you look at me. What do I have to do?. And you look at me. So I say to you. You just look at me. What the hell do you see? Do I hate you?. No, I don't think so. Words don't
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