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Offspring The Ixnay On The Hombre

Day after day your home life's a wreck The powers that be just Breathe down your neck You get no respect You get no relief You gotta speak up And yell

I see the way the salesmen stare into the sun I stood and watched them as they fell off one by one And everyone's so blind They're not to help mankind

it up I say You're gonna be bummed that you went that way My friend was kinda hurtin' For a girl to try He saw one that looked like Pat On Saturday

love me Pretending I'm an airplane on the living Room floor But like a lovely generator You stand right by me And if words were wisdom I'd be talking Even more So I keep on

Rage burns can't push it aside now Can't forgive this grudge is alive now All the rage eats you up inside Can you leave it behind What a surprise You

I hate a lot of things I hate a lot of people that are lame I like to hate stuff Cause then I don't havae to try and make A change I hate teachers I

man for feeling Feeling the way I do On yeah, Oh yeah Open wide and they'll shove in Their meaning of life Oh yeah, Oh yeah But not for me I'll do it on

And it feels and it feels like Heaven's so far away And it feels, yeah it feels like The world has grown cold Now that you've gone away Leaving flowers on

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