| Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth
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| He can do with it as he please
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| And if things don’t change soon, he will
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| Oh, man has invented his doom
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| First step was touching the moon
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| Now, there’s a woman on my block
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| She just sits there as the night grows still
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| She says, who’s gonna take away his license to kill?
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| Now, they take him and they teach him
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| And they groom him for life
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| And they set him on a path where he’s bound to get ill
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| Then they bury him with stars, sell his body like they do used cars
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| Now, there’s a woman on my block
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| She just sits there facing the hill
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| She says, who’s gonna take away his license to kill?
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| Now, he’s hell-bent for destruction, he’s afraid and confused
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| And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill
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| All he believes are his eyes
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| And his eyes, they just tell him lies
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| But there’s a woman on my block
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| Sitting there in a cold chill
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| She says, who’s gonna take away his license to kill?
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| Ya may be a noisemaker, spirit maker
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| Heart breaker, back breaker, leave no stone unturned
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| May be an actor in a plot that might be all that you got
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| 'Til your error you clearly learn
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| Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool
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| And when he sees his reflection, he’s fulfilled
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| Oh, man is opposed to fair play
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| He wants it all and he wants it his way
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| Now, there’s a woman on my block
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| She just sits there as the night grows still
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| She says, who’s gonna take away his license to kill? |