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They can smell the freak on you
And you make them ill
They could try and kill you
But there's nothing left to kill
Gross misuse of pheromones
This is bad for your health
This is what you have become
Not suicidal, bored to death
You're nothing more than a
Shaved monkey
Build your tomb
Making ghosts out of good men
You're just a shaved monkey
Burn it down
Again and again
This city turns decent folks
Into nothing more than ghosts
Stepping on shadows and cracks
Stopping the blood flow
Bred to eat and be eaten
Kill, steal, bury
Overrun with thieves and rats
Self-loathing, hate, and fury
You're nothing more than a
Shaved monkey
Build your tomb
Making ghosts out of good men
You're just a shaved monkey
Burn it down
Again and again
Shaved monkey
Build your tomb
Making ghosts out of good men
You're just a shaved monkey
Burn it down
Again and again and again
Born in captivity
Poverty raised
Living in misery
Dying depraved
You're nothing more than a
Shaved monkey
Build your tomb
Making ghosts out of good men
You're just a shaved monkey
Burn it down
You're nothing more than a
Shaved monkey
Build your tomb
Making ghosts out of good men
You're just a shaved monkey
Burn it down
Again and again and again
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