The Hives: Rigor Mortis Radio

You've never seen me look so good before
This silver lining and this golden glow
This shine all mine
Looking like I'm fresh off an assembly line
I was a star baby ever since the dawn of man
I got some help for you, let's call it a master plan
Well my advice? You roll a dice
Then roll away with it 'cause you're cold as ice

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A fading flicker and a closing door
The sound of bickering I heard before
I took my feet out your puddle 'cause you know what
I got better things to do 'cause you know what I got
I got these people eating out the palm of my hand
I got them answering every single one command
I know you want my time, here's my line
Yeah I got your offer, decline decline

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Now you might feel I cut you down to size
Start at the top and cut a million miles
It's an astute observation I must admit
Here's how much longer I can stand your shit
I'm saying hold it back, this tongue in crack
It's gotta end, I'm not an evening snack
I got your e-mails saying that you wanna meet
I got your e-mails saying that you wanna meet
I got your e-mails yeah, delete delete

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