| Lyric | Song |
| They're gonna clean up your looks with all the lies in the books... | |
| When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city... | |
| Now I know that I can't make you stay, but where's you heart?... | |
| Well, when you go, don't ever think I'll make you... | |
| I know a thing about contrition, because I've got enough to spare... | |
| Well it rains and it pours when you're out on your own... | |
| To unexplain the unforgivable... | |
| | Lyric | Song |
| Now come one, come all to this tragic affair... | |
| Yeah!...And if your heart stops beating... | |
| Turn away, if you could get me a drink of water cause my lips are chapped... | |
| Well I was there on the day they sold the cause for the queen... | |
| Mama, we all go to hell. Mama, we all go to hell!... | |
| Some say no save all the children... | |
| Now they encourage your complete cooperation, send you roses when they think you need a smile... | |
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