Call me out
Call me out
I want you to pick up the phone
And call me out
You can shout it from the roof tops
You can tell the Pope in Rome
Even the people of Babilon
Can not escape the chrome
Call me, call me out
Everywhere you walk
Is another dripping spout
Bleeding out the truth tonight
Like blood from a stone
But they've been squeezing me too too tight
Now I want to go home
Call me out, call me on your phone
Call me out
I've been hiding in the long grass
Afraid of who I am
Jumping out at cars that pass
Crying pay me I'm a vegan
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