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Fix the mental, see if that changes anything
Your heart is cured now, you're normal once again
One confession, you thought that's all it took
But redemption, never lets you off the hook
(One of us)
Can't erase the past to change who he would be
(One of us)
On a whim would act, then look for sympathy
Not from me
Hear me say
One more (one more)
Chance to believe it
That you can even the score
(One more)
Place at the table
Always room for one more
Room for one more
Thinking evil, is that just your normal gig?
Fueled by hatred, happy as a stuffed pig
You're so lonely, everyone around you reeks
Of indifference, thriving in their apathy
(One of us)
Can't erase the past to change who he would be
(One of us)
On a whim would act, then look for sympathy
Not from me
Hear me say
Sing it (one more)
Chance to believe in
That you can even the score
(One more)
Place at the table
Always room for one more, yea
(One more)
Chance to believe in
That you can even the score
(One more)
Place at the table
Always room for one more
Room for one more
That is right, yea, yea, yea, ah
Ooh, yea, yea, yea
Your schism, my distress
Your failure is my success
Squeezed out, kept me down
What goes around comes around
I can wait you out
Patience is my virtue
Call it payback, call it proper grounds
What goes around always comes around, always comes around
Oh yeah!
Hear me say
(One more)
Chance to believe in
That you can even the score
(One more)
Place at the table
Always room for one more, yea
(One more)
Chance to believe in
That you can even the score
(One more)
Place at the table
Always room for one more
Room for one more, ah
Always room for one more, yeah!
Thank you, thank you
I got a question, how many old schoolers are in the house this evening?
How many new schoolers are in the house this evening?
How many people don't give a flying fuck about school out there?
This song is for people, who know their anthrax history
And if you know your history, then you'll easily pass this test
And by passing the test all you gotta do is fucking sing at the top of your lungs
I'm watching every single one of you, the balcony, from there, to there
All the people in the pack, on the first floor and all the motherfuckers
Leading the charge right here, I wanna feel your love out there
It always feels good just to be a little bit antisocial
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