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How many people have I met before?
How many stories have I heard before?
How many times does the introduction hold me accountable?
That was Allan Rayman, no
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This is Mr. Roadhouse nice to meet you
If you follow me I'll take you through the back room
Please take your shoes off, don't need 'em in the back room
You've been here before, well this is best without them
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I'll tell him what he misses
Tell him what he love about it everything he wishes
All the girls love him now, his friends are getting vicious
This a world for the idols build a statue, boy
They're smiling at you, boy
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Well say I do great, I strive to do better
Well that's the face of demon swear my image is his power
I got some fucking powers
Well this could be bad this could be my final hour
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One step closer to the closure of the cage
I'm writing all these words then I don't hear what I say
Roadhouse, please, uh, close the cage
I don't need the fame, I don't want the fame
Please Roadhouse close the cage
'Cause I don't wanna hear 'em no more
And I don't wanna see them no more