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If you're gonna blow it out your ass
Do it big time
When you show your total lack of class
You make a statement
Just the way it started out so bright
Now that it will never come out right
Agony or ecstacy of having lost control

Everybody has their point of view
They have their problems
They can care about
Anything but you
They know their pain
You could go on
Pounding at your heart
Once your obsession
Forms an art
Just try to smile alot to
Hide what's in your soul

Talk on
To the babbling faces
Talk on
'Til you feel like winning
Talk on
To your runaround races
Talk on
To you new beginning