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Corey Taylor
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Shawn "Clown" Crahan
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Alessandro Venturella
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Jay Weinberg
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Craig Jones
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Mick Thomson
Mick Thomson
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Sid Wilson
Sid Wilson
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James Root
James Root
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Corey Taylor
Corey Taylor
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James Root
James Root
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Slipknot
Slipknot
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Chris Claypool
Chris Claypool
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Evin O'Cleary
Evin O'Cleary
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Geoff Neal
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Marcus Johnson
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Jeremy Lubsey
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Dan Monti
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Vlado Meller
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Joe Barresi
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Greg Fidelman
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Greg Gordon
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Jim Monti
Jim Monti
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Sara Lyn Killion
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I have this one Yeah Yeah Rise Half alive and stark-raving free and maligned For encroaching on the purpose of this commercial-free interruption Due to the prolific nature of this statement Listener aggression is advised It's strange, whenever I see a gun I think about just how petty you are And it blows my fucking mind Yeah, it blows my fucking mind These days, I never seem to get enough I'm tired of this shit, I want to go home Don't waste my fucking time Don't waste my fucking time Because anything exceptional gets crushed by common people With jealousy and ignorance and all their common evils This planet isn't special, collections made of clay I'm waiting for the punishment, I know it's on my way So cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up Irreverence is my disease It's secondhand, but you know me The son of a bitch is on his knees The last man standing gets no pity Somewhere on a toilet wall, I read the words "You form a line to formalize the former lies," and I finally saw the truth Something so profound, and it was sitting there surrounded by The garbage and the stains, another victim of the refuse Now I've been saying this for years, but you don't comprehend it I fight hell and I fight fear because I understand it Androgyny and insults, you try so hard to be difficult You wanna win the war? Know what you're fighting for Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up Irreverence is my disease It's secondhand, but you know me The son of a bitch is on his knees The last man standing gets no pity With angel eyes and demon seeds You're missing what you really need When all is said and done, you see The last man standing gets no pity No pity No pity No pity No pity No pity Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up
Writer(s): James Root, Corey Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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