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Beer gut,

Greasy hair

Never seen in anything but

A ripped up addidas sweater

Working,

yeah working the system,

But ripping off my taxes

You should be in prison.

You come in swigging

Your stella artois,

Your make me feel sick

With your mechine gun laugh,

And you talk like your a god,

But the devil rules your life,

You have nothing but your loser friends,

No love, no happiness

 no light

You think you can say to me

Whatever you want,

you think that you know my life,

my worth, my cost,

But what you don't realize,

Is that your secrets aren't lost

I know thing's about you,

And it's called pillow talk.