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Velvet Revolver Big Machine
I don't know Because she says so He's a faggot boy The TV says so He's a junkie piece of shit because he says so
All that first-class jet set brings me down, down, down All that first-class drug shit brings me down, down, down
It's a big machine, it's a big machine We're all slaves to a big machine It's a big machine, it's a big machine We're all slaves to a big machine All tied up to a big machine I got houses Got cars I got a wife I got kids Got money in the bank
Get away without borders I'm a slave, New World Order I guess I chose to be I guess I chose to be I guess I chose to be I guess I chose to be
Hope I teach my son how to be a man Now before he hits 35 Comic book lives don't really have any real life do they now Return to my Velvet Revolver lyrics page The lyrics are Copyright their respective owners. Website © 2000-2008 mattsmusicpage.com. All rights reserved. Operated by MM Page, LLC
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