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We hear your one hand clapping It's music to our ears You don't like the way we sound We don't like the way you hear Sorry we ain't hard enough to piss your parents off Hatred's not our policy We tried that game and lost You keep saying you're just killing time Be careful You're killing some of mine I don't want it Keep it to yourself You can't help it So put it on a shelf Well hate makes hate It percolates You're brewing up a storm This song's the head of your coffee spoon Mirroring your form The distortion's pretty accurate I'd say your head's about that size Your vision's been so striken by those beady little eyes And all the broken nursery rhymes Old hopes cracked open by cynical minds We'll try to work them out sometime I wouldn't want to be so cool in a world about to freeze You're so hard you're brittle You shatter easily And no one's there to pick you up 'cause you fucked with all your friends Lying there like an unpieced puzzle nobody can mend