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Fill the hole with dirt; Fill the void; Fill me up with lies; Fill me up with Freud.
When you can’t tell right from wrong; you can’t tell night from dawn: What’s going on?
When you feel you’re all dried out; And you feel you’re all too loud: What’s going on?
Play the role of queen; play the clown; play the part of whore; Play the whole damn town.
When you can’t tell right from wrong; you can’t tell night from dawn: What’s going on?
When you feel you’re all cried out; And you feel we’re all too loud: What’s going on?
‘Cause I’ve got better things to do. I’ve got better things to do.
I’ve got better things to do. I’ve got better things to do.
Wipe the tears away, wipe the blade. Wipe your sorry ass, wipe that smile off your face.
‘Cause I’ve got better things to do. I’ve got better things to do.