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The past few days have put me at odds with my 'superiors' at the place that I work, here's a song about what I feel towards 'them'.
Metallica- King Nothing
Dig for Gold
Dig for Fame
You dig to make your name,
Are you pacified?
It all crashes down
and you break your crown
You point your finger but theres no one around
Just want one thing
Just to play the king
But the castles crumbled and your left with just a name,
Where's your crown King Nothin'??
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Dropping a barbell he points to the sky and says "The suns not yellow, It's chicken!"
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