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Don't make me listen to this stupid broken record again
The needles skipping and repeating, never reaching the end
You know your bitching and complaining like you got it so tough
We're sick of all your crying; Will you ever shut up?
So keep bleeding your fake blood
Though no one even see's it
If that's the best you can make up
At least act like you mean it
CHORUS
Give up the grudge
Shut your fuckin' mouth
Why you gotta judge everybody but yourself?
Take a look around you
There ain't nobody home
I may be a loser, but at least I'm not alone
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Your Mercedes wont start, yeah
That's a crying shame
I guess 90 K a year buys nothing but complaints
The people in the neighbourhood think that I'm a threat
While the boss gets richer they get deeper in debt
So keep bleeding your fake blood
Though no one even see's it
If that's the best you can make up
At least act like you mean it
CHORUS
Give up the grudge, shut your fuckin' mouth
Why you gotta judge everybody but yourself?
Take a look around you
There ain't nobody home
I may be a loser, but at least I'm not alone
