.I was born, misbehaved
Having smoked up my propriety
Who needs it anyway?
I use it like the blunt side of a blade
Blunt side of a blade
Well there's nothing left that's same
But who am I to complain
Yeah I'll torch your book of ways
And wipe my arse with the remains
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