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UP SYNDROME
Don’t think I don’t think about the knife Resting in my spine Open wound dripping blood stained on my back It’s just a matter of time YOU’LL GET WHAT YOU DESERVE YOU’LL GET WHAT’S COMING TO YOU Maybe you like to bite the hand that feeds And just push it aside Maybe you’ll find yourself crawling on knees It’s just a matter of time [Chorus] If I could puke in your mouth I’d gag myself all day I’d like to show you just how Rancid karma can taste I got my doll now Got my voodoo doll now Got my doll now Got my voodoo doll now Outta pins now Running outta pins now Outta pins now Running outta pins now I’m a man of God so I pray that life will teach ya better Than again I’m just a man, so hey I hope to find ya dead or Repressed but with a “D” Let’s bring back lepracy Or S.A.R.S yes maybe Or a qudrapalegic It’s sick how quick you turned You played with fire And I got burned And twice not you thought Of betraying A humble pave That’s why I sing [Chorus] And I believe this knife belongs to you… [Chorus]
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