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I'm feeling sick to my stomach 'cause I'm on my way back
The scene of the crime and I'm a nervous wreck
Now I need to try to keep my head clear
The last thing I want is what's happening here
Well I stopped for no reason but to bring some device
[Unverified] feeling alright
The right to make friends and that's it
And then he starts to treat me like a piece of shit
I was drugged by the cops
I'd do anything to make them stop
Well have you ever dealt with someone with an even hand
Can you look me in the eye without a gun in your hand?
Do you want to try to break another mind?
I think he got arrested but there's no crime
Well you can keep your stupid questions for someone who cares
And your juvenile remarks about piercings and hair
Have you a mirror have you had a look
I know you went to school but have you ever read a book?
Do you like you rage power on the way to the shop
Do you like to be an arsehole, yeah you like it a lot
I think I know a number that can make it stop
1-800-dead-mother-fucking-cop
HATA BİLDİR
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