Lucky us, you found another soapbox
Forgive us we can't be your culture cops
Soapbox
Everybody thinks they're
Getting away with something
Everybody thinks they're
Getting away with something
But I just want to relate
What a rush, now you know what
What a fuss new religion makes you lick your chops
Cheeks flushed, race against time
But you can’t catch up, what a rush
Back’s up against the crowd, push ‘til they give up
Must be tough to care so much about the rest of us
Must be tough
I get it (It’s a shame) everything's fucked
What remains is part of that broken heart
I get it (It’s a shame),
I see you (It’s a shame) fucking stuck
Heart split in two, just like you
A ferocious child bride
Just precocious is lost in tides
Undercover, heartbroken
Lost her lover, chain smokin’
Fight fire with gasoline
Reform everything
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