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You make being a cockroach look so great How can a goddamn saint be so full of hate? I still recall the lines upon your face... Maybe I was born to waste my time Maybe I'm just not the talking kind I saw you look at me from across the room If there's a death in the family What's in it for me? Could you tell me where to set my feet? A cigarette burns out in the street Lick the pavement, taste the apathy A world of noise never sung so sweet Every teenager feels like hanging Every old man feels like finding a way to survive Aus Songtexte Mania