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You’ve learned a lot, pal
You’ve learned a lot from all your friends
We’ve learned a lot, pal
We’ve learned to sleep in separate beds
You’ve got a blister on your earlobe
And my god the bleeding smell
And all I’ve got’s a birthday card
Says I hope you burn in hell
All you ever seem to be is fighting, bleeding, blinding
All you ever seem to be is fighting, bleeding, blinding
You’d better knock that mother down
You’d better lock that mother down
You’d better knock that mother down
You’d better lock that mother down
All you ever seem to be is fighting, bleeding, blinding
All you ever seem to be is fighting, bleeding, blinding
You’ve got a blister on your earlobe
And my god the bleeding smell
And all I’ve got’s a birthday card
Says I hope you burn in hell
Burrito trips and coffee ships the best they can provide
Hairspray head and super ted is all we ever tried
Petrol sniffs and feline gifts, two fingers in your eye
Holding slights burning nights was all it ever was
Restaurants and poker chips is all I’d ever tried
Backward flips and ballroom dips, it all seems so contrived
Butchers in coffee shops, we’re no one can rejoin
Fighting, bleeding, blinding is all it ever was
You’d better knock that mother down
Not let mother down
You’d better knock that mother down
Not let mother down
You’d better knock that mother down
Not let mother down
You’d better lock that mother down
Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan
Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan
Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan
Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan