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Oh, woah, oh
Oh, woah, oh

I see it, I get it
I promise you I do
Your mom walked out on you
When you were only two

You've grown up believing
That this country is a bore
You're a dad three times
And your only twenty four

The Christians on the radio
They act like you're a scum
Self righteous congressional
The bastards each and every one

I don't read the Bible
But I try to love you man
Every flaw and violent act
I think I understand

But your dogs, your dogs
What's fun about those
The tat on your neck
And the ring through your nose

The weed, the jump
Through the violent pornography
Don't you think you want to be
Just a little more like me

Oh, woah, oh

I still have hopes
You can join our community
The more of us than you
But we welcome the diversity

You're not quite trash
Like the other neighbors say
If you want to challenge stereotypes
Then join the P.T.A.

At night when your pit-bulls
Are scaring our children
My wife I'll be honest here
Wants me to shoot them
Sometimes I bet my fantasy is fun

But your dogs, your dogs
What's fun about those
The tat on your neck
And the ring through your nose

The weed, the jump
Through the violent pornography
Don't you think you want to be
Just a little more like me

But that's only at night
When I'm not really thinking
And you're listening to Metallica
In your backyard drinking

The rest of the time
I think we get along fine
I've never judged you
I'm a live and let live guy

Your dogs, your dogs
What's fun about those
The tat on your neck
And the ring through your nose

The weed, the jump
Through the violent pornography
Don't you think you want to be
Just a little more like me

Oh, woah, oh
Oh, woah, oh
Oh, woah, oh
Oh, woah, oh
Oh, woah, oh
Oh, woah, oh

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