Viva la Rebellion
Flies on a windshield
Getting dolled up for your last hooray
Seems I don’t wanna go
Oh ooh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh, oh ohoooh oh
Is anybody out there?
Ay ee ah
I really need to talk to
Someone, who, knows, How to talk, to
Me-eee-eee
Tell me what you want to
Aaay ay ay
I don’t really want to know-oh-oh
Oh Oh, Oh Oh oh, Oh ohhh ooooh oh
The disease of isolation
Self-pity and self-harm
Anger and resentment
Selfish lies and selfish wants
It’s baffling
So obscure
Cunning and hard
It’s your own personal Satan pounding at your door
It’s the first place you run to when you want to hide
And the last place that gets you where you want to go
It gives you everything you want
But nothing that you need
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