Nice Guys Finish Last.
You're the Only Reason We're Famous,
And you make them Good Girls Go Bad.
So Fold Your Hands Child.
You're a Hot Mess.
You're Not In On The Joke,
Not Living in the Sky With Diamonds.
This ain't a Hot American Summer.
The Scene is Dead, Long Live The Scene.
I May Be Rude, But I'm the Truth.
So Move Like You're Gonna Die.
Because The World Will Never Do.
And Cobra's Never Say Die.
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