You call this a fucking joke
Well look around, motherfucker
Cause I don’t see no smiling faces here
Only bad tempers
Mister comedian, step to me and try to make me grin
Now don’t be shy, look me in the eye and speak your mind
A loss for words, how can this be?
A loss for words, no more tricks up your sleeve?
Let go, let go, let go
Of what’s already slippin’ through your fingers
Move on, move on, move on
Don’t bother shaking hands on your way out
You call this a fucking joke
Well look around, motherfucker
Cause I don’t see no smiling faces here
Only bad tempers
I hope you know, that it’s you who I am talking about
Your time is up, don’t let me see your face in the crowd
This is not your place, go ahead walk away
Vanish without a trace
Your name will be erased, they won’t remember your face
Vanish without a trace
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