Text: Rancid. Rancid. Outta My Mind.

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You're working like a monkey whos been training by a sick junkie
on a mission to get money for a new suit and tieto wear to a reception
where they envy your deception and one compliments praises to the ones
they despite practicing your smile in the mirror all the while try to
cultinate the style of the basterds in power i know what they?re selling
cuz their nervous twitch is telling you?re coming off smelling
like the pig of the hour i got alot of people telling me that im outta my mind and
i dont know why my brain was bleeding and my fingers were proceding
through a nootbook i was keepingsince the dawning of time
senses were coroded you know that i was loaded you were dealing
i was reeling from the feeling and the madness was consealing
like a siren song people that i trusted would surley have
me busted if they ever had a clue what was really going on i got alot
of people telling me im out of my mind and i dont know why