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Lay down in this latrine in nailbomb |
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In the city of |
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Molotov, in the province of gun |
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In a whole off the highway, in the land of two suns |
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Sometimes |
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I get pissed when my blow goes like |
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A quickie in the snow |
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But I'm sure |
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I'll go down inside, yeah |
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I chew the thorn when midnight gets too long |
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On the feet of a bastard |
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Alone in the sun for sticking in too long |
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On the feet of a dragon |
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Some cold nights the wind pipe's covered in dope |
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I pray it be covered in a rope |
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Me, me, me, grief, grief, grief, beat the heat |
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Me, me, me, grief, grief, grief, beat the heat |
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But I'm sure |
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I'll go down inside, yeah |
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I chew the thorn when midnight gets too long |
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On the feet of a bastard |
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I chew the thorn when midnight gets too long |
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On the feet of a dragon |
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Some cold nights the wind pipe's covered in dope |
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I pray it be covered in a rope, in a rope, in a rope, in a rope |
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Lay down in this latrine in nailbomb |
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In the city of |
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Molotov, in the province of gun |
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In a whole off the highway, in the land of two suns |
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Sometimes |
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I get pissed when my |
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Grunt fuck, grin fuck, push her in the snow fuck |
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The dope fiend splashes gash like a nailbomb |
