Clear all my systems
  you shout like the bitter old man
  One handsome mister
  presidents, preachers
  we all do wrong
  a celebration
  To those who always let things pass
  I will support you
  what of your sorrow and pain
  'cause I got it before
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  You're making me hang my head so low
  You should be impressed by me
  All the things that I've done and see how I try
  I want to drown in your flattery
  you're making me hold my head so low
    to all my brothers
  annoying alarm clock wants to wake us up
  and don't you hit me
  (A drunk to spy on till I've gone too far)
  a celebration
  to those who will let things go wrong
  I will support you
  And what of your sorrow and pain
  'cause I got it before
    [Chorus]
    And my knees are already aching
  shaking like never before
  I think that you can do better
  C'mon do I look like a fool?
    [Chorus]