Grimy stage and glaring lights,
I cannot stand this place tonight.
Crowds pushing me into the wall,
I did not want to come at all.
This poser band, these weak-ass drinks,
Bass roars so loud i cannot think.
Let's get away. Where's the door?
I do not want this anymore!
I do not want you, filthy whore.
I do not want to be your chore.
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