You call yourself a friend of mine
But you could get lost to another time
You bite the hand that feeds you well
But you could get lost, you could go to hell
I ain't got no use for you to carry on
Woo
I got no time for a change in mind
And I'm not prepared to leave the rest behind
I had a chance to make a break
And I'd like to see you in the grave
I ain't got no use for you to carry on
Carry on, carry on
Carry on
Get lost, what you started
Get lost
I ain't got no need for you
Get lost, I don't want you
I don't want you hangin' around
Get lost, I don't need you
Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright
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