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Chris Cerulli
Chris Cerulli
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Drew Fulk
Drew Fulk
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Kile Odell
Kile Odell
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Kylie Zook
Kylie Zook
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Devin Sola
Devin Sola
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Josh Balz
Josh Balz
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Ricky Horror
Ricky Horror
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Ryan Sitkowski
Ryan Sitkowski
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Tom Hane
Tom Hane
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Chris Cerulli
Chris Cerulli
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Drew Fulk
Drew Fulk
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Chris Cerulli
Chris Cerulli
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Drew Fulk
Drew Fulk
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WZRD BLD
WZRD BLD
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Jeff Dunne
Jeff Dunne
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John Loustou
John Loustou
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Samon Rajabnik
Samon Rajabnik
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Josh Wilbur
Josh Wilbur
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Josh Strock
Josh Strock
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You gotta be loud, you gotta be rude So the world can hear you You gotta be crass, you gotta be cold It's everything we know Turn it up turn it up now Another day, a double shot of hate Drink it up like gasoline Underpaid, you graduate To build somebody else's dream With a noose as a tie Do you fantasize of a much different life? The fix for who they want you to be Directly streamed to your TV And when they turn their backs on you You gotta be loud, you gotta be rude So the world can hear you You gotta be crass, you gotta be cold It's everything we know Turn it up turn it up now Loud (loud) rude When nobody hears you You gotta stand up, you gotta commit Say "Fuck It", make the best of it A broken home you're trying to mend You've got one day left to pay the rent We're not sure, but we believe in the lie That it'll all be fine, when we die It's so easy to grant the mirror power Tto control what you want to erase Don't become another victim "Put a smile on that face" You gotta be loud, you gotta be rude So the world can hear you You gotta be crass, you gotta be cold It's everything we know Turn it up turn it up now Loud (loud) rude When nobody hears yo The money's in the treatment, baby, not in the cure So they fuel your pain with fear and shame And then hand you a brochure The money's in the treatment, baby, not in the cure So they build you up to watch you fall And then beg for an encore What are you waiting for? What are you waiting for? You gotta be You gotta be loud, you gotta be rude So the world can hear you You gotta be crass, you gotta be cold It's everything we know Turn it up turn it up now Loud (loud) rude When nobody hears you You gotta stand up You gotta commit Say "Fuck It", make the best of it Make the best of it "Fuck it, fuck, fuck, fuck it, fuck it What are you waiting for? Another day, a double shot of hate (It's everything we know) Drink it up like gasoline "Fuck It", make the best of it
Writer(s): Chris Cerulli, Andrew Fulk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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