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What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone!
What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone!

I'm a shit stain slave with a grind of my own
I work day and night, less respect than a Juggalo

I'm frying on the outside and frozen in the center
I'm telling you, I'm telling you to watch out for my temper

You won't like me when I'm angry
You'll see banners everywhere

The street where I'm from,
in the town where I live is now barely even there

Telephone, telephone
What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone!
What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone!

I haven't had fun in what seems like years
I had a thumbs up for you but it was caught in the gears

These tears are just onion eyes
This heart is just broken
This body is a break room where burnouts are smoking
This body is a break room where the burnouts are smoking

Telephone!

What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone!
What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone!

Telephone!

I'm a clown, I'm just here to entertain
Tear me up and stuff me down the drain

I'm a clown, I'm just here to entertain
Tear me up and stuff me down the drain

Ah!