He shit you do is drawing parasites
And your ridicolous mom believes they're butterflies
Your dad isn't cool with your plans
Get a label, tour, support from your fans
You know the ways to beat the bad from a comic book
Through the suits are cool you feel attached to the crook
You remembder what jesus said
Now you're wearing black, singing songs of making love to the dead
Not much of a well raised kid is left
Long gone is the yesteryear man
It's about to happen
I'm the man for it
I don't care what happens
As long as you count me in
You can count me in
Your might is growing with each infamous act
And your army stays loyal
Your tatts close up in the magazine
Your deeds discussed on the TV screen
You can count me in
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