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Mr. Fishhead

You're an angry little disease
but I've got you on your knees
I'll make you want my cold
I'll make you want my heat

I'll let you live your lies
I'll let you live your lies
I'll let you live 'em
let you give 'em all you've got
until they've taken all you've got to give
and there's nothing left but lies to live

I'll let you think you've won
I'll give you all the proof
and when you shoot your gun
maybe I'll shoot mine too
(just depends on my mood)

I'll let you live your lies
I'll let you live your lies
I'll let you live 'em
let you give 'em all you've got
until they've taken all you've got to give
and there's nothing left but lies to live

I'm a pretty little disease
and I've got you on your knees
I'll put your heart on hold
I'll make you want my meat
I'll let you play the fool
I'll let you swallow the sun
and as you start to burn
maybe I'll make you come
(just depends on my mood)

I'll let you live your lies
I'll let you live your lies
I'll let you live 'em
let you give 'em all you've got
until they've taken all you've got to give
and there's nothing left but lies to live