Текст песни Cyclops

Save your mundane platitudes
For those who give a shit.
I'll burn in hell and be through with it.

I've got a life. it aint big,
But it's a life.
I've got clothes
and heaven knows that
I've still got my health.
I look good if I do say so myself.

I've got a soul. it aint yours.. but it's a soul.
Chalk up my lack of fire to self control.

All the dicks with night sticks,
Poison boys in blue.
All the dumb and uglies
In your wrecking crew,
They make me bleed,
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I wouldn't be so sure if I were you.

Weren't you the guys
With the get lost eyes
Who made my high school great?

You found me again.
But this time you're here too late.

I payed my dues when I wore corrective shoes,
When I earned the right to ignore you.

Toughest kid in gym class.
Terror in the hall.
Necking with the prom queen,
Captain every fall.
Can't cut me now
Because your knife's got dull.
It must piss you off to know it all.