Viva la Rebellion
Oh DaMn
What did I do?
Rather not say
Doin what I’m not supposed to
Turn the lights down
Gonna pay the next day
Runnin round and round
On the wrong side of luck
Hey-ee-ay-ee OW
Oh-oooh-oh-ooh
Ow-ow ow-ow OW
Hey-ee-ay-ee OW
Oh-oooh-oh-ooh
Ow-ow ow-ow OW
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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