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| L7 : The Masses Are Asses |
I still get angry
I still get sad
And the losers
Still drive me mad
And I wonder
If I have anything to say anymore
Oh yeah
I wonder if i have anything to say
Except the masses are asses
Oh yeah, the masses are asses
They're all asses
Things still
Piss me off
And things
Still make me cry
Poetry's in motion, not in mind
Poetry's in motion but not in my mind
Poetic justice will come in time
And I just have to laugh,
I just have to laugh
Because the masses (masses)
are asses (asses)
Oh yeah, The masses (masses)
Are asses (we're all asses)
Poetry's in motion, not in mind
Poetry's in motion but not in my mind
Poetic justice will come in time
And I just have to laugh,
I just have to laugh
Because the masses (masses)
are asses (asses)
Oh yeah, The masses (masses)
Are asses
Masses are asses every day
Masses are asses in every way
Woo woo
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