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Okay, you're cool But you're not all that Got a bayonet and it's on my back I could fall on that [?] do you think this'll last And I turn to glass You knew the answer, so why'd you ask? It's always such a task God, I hate it when you're mad I hate it when you're mad I hate it when you're mad God forbid I make you mad Just another Monday, pulling your hair for someone new I happen to be who you're privy to She said, "Why you running from me?" Ah Why you running from me? Ah And I'm so afraid That you want my grave Money on mind, money on my plate And I love to take 'Cause I know you feel no hesitation Riddle me with hatred I'll be your placeholder 'Til I grow old— Songtexte What would it take for us To be right again? Can't let go What would it take for us To be right again? God, I hate it when you're mad God forbid I make you mad I hate it when you're mad Please don't be mad God forbid I make you mad I-I hate it when you're mad Aus Songtexte Mania