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Quartet Hymn

The rules that you make are the rules that we break, And we slither through your system now just like snakes, Pat us on the back and tell us we're great

The rules that you make are the rules that we break, And we slither through your system now just like snakes, Pat us on the back and tell us we're great

We're gone but not better. A lighted match can burn the cabin down he built. It's not long but it matters. Your suit and tie are much too tight in Farmersville

The rules that you make are the rules that we break, And we slither through your system now just like snakes, Pat us on the back and tell us we're great