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Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Gimme Space

You're just another breeder
A fuckin bottom-feeder
I don't care what you say
How can I explain this?
Honey, suicide is painless
So get out my fuckin way
It's the 21st Century
It's the Year of the Freak
So fuck yer "Home of the Free"
Just get off of my case
And gimme space

Gimme space
Gimme space, get outta my face
Gimme space
Gimme space, who gives a fuck about yer rat-race?

You're losing your direction
Baby, losing your erection
It's all a bit too much
Cause life is so confusing
Stuck in self-delusion
They kicked away your crutch
Well, it's the 21st Century
It's the Kali Yuga, baby
It's a good time to be
So just get with the plan
Or be damned

Gimme space
Gimme space, get outta my face
Gimme space
Gimme space, get off of my case
Gimme space
Gimme space, get outta my face
Gimme space
Gimme space, who gives a fuck about yer rat-race?

You're livin in the past, yeah
Future's gonna blast ya
Right between the eyes
If you don't wanna fall, boy
If you don't got the balls, boy
You better step aside
Cause it's the 21st Century
The future is here, boy
The future is me
So back away from yer guns
Here I come

Gimme space
Gimme space, get outta my face
Gimme space
Gimme space, get off of my case
Gimme space
Gimme space, get outta my face
Gimme space
Gimme space, who gives a fuck about yer fuckin rat-race?

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