I sold my soul, so I could try; I'm standing at the picket line. And anyone that wants the fun, now is the time. I'm calling out to you from the basement; I got a need to feel, so I shake! shake! You got a problem with me, say it; I couldn't care if we lose, no. He said I'm lost and out of love, I think it's more a case of no damn luck; just like a gun, just for the fun, I set it off. I'm calling out to you from the basement; I got a need to feel, so I shake! shake! You got a problem with me, say it; I couldn't care if we lose, no. Another poem to you from the bedroom, into the streets I run from the classroom; I got a need to feel, so I shake! shake!
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