Heckler
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Lyrics
Through the door it slithers in, Accompanied by its peers. Always groveling for attention, While no one really gives. In its mind it's full of wit And quite the social king. It plants itself among the rest, Who give it deadly state. It's just a matter of opinion Further now there's a man of taste. Of talent and precision. To work and strive his years are fogged Has been his life's compensation. The stage is set. The perfect show Is put before the mass. Only to be ridiculed by some slimy, pompous snake. It's just a matter of opinion.
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:35
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 120 BPM