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I am selfish, I am wickedI am indeed one of your sonsI have fell for all the tricks you pullAnd done everything wrongI am hateful, I am jealousI am sad and weak and dumbI have given into my darknessAnd turned on everyoneI am not grateful for the good things'Cause I know that they are fakeAnd if I were to love themYou would come and take them awayI don't believe in love And I don't believe in youI hate God and the presidentAnd myself tooIf I ever make it through your gatesYou better run, you better run away'Cause I'm gonna break Every bone in your faceYou should be proud because You taught me everything I know about bein' cold, About bein' cruel, about bein' meanApples are apples on the ground or on the tree Aus Songtexte Mania