Take your beautiful body
And sell it on the streets
Not for money but time
Not yours or mine
But the stranger with the wandering eyes
Yeah the stranger with the wandering eyes
It's the beauty of life and now it's canned out and priced
He's the stranger with the wandering eyes
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He takes what has no name and
Bestows identity
'Cause he's the proper father .
Lacks the . sense of conquest
We would never ever listen
To ourselves in his condition
'Cause we're the proper father .
In a turning world of bullshit
And it makes us sick to see ourselves
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Get this .
. Sense of purpose
Friday heights and the sky that we're scraping
He's spreading lies about the beauty we're breaking
And wide awake at 98.6
Slowly running faster from the blank . death
Wide awake at 98.6
The premise of the person with the purpose we miss
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We take was has no name and
Bestow our identity
'Cause we're the proper father
Like lambs . to the slaughter
And it makes us sick to see ourselves
So i have to ask why
I lust for what i see
Where the product of person
Doesn't ...
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But who still cares
And who still can tell
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So we dispose of our need for closure
Hell, we can change all the names and order
We can make what was no more
Or even reinvent a new way to .
Do it again and do it again
Can do it to families and do it to our friends
We can do it again and do it again
We can do it again and we do it again