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On a frozen night in the countryside |
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Topless drinking men defended their pride |
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The concept of a good time taken to extremes |
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Negligent games with a manly theme |
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Nudist capers powered by grog |
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Chainsaw dares, are you man enough to pull the plug? |
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You have done something to your brain, you have made it high |
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Why trust one drug above the other, that's politics right? |
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You got hold of something strong and you put it in your head |
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You sniffed or drank or shot it up, you ran a mile and shit the bed |
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You're coming up the helter-skelter, look out above |
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You never know enough's enough |
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Escalation, taking a turn for the worse |
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Self-decapitation, the only way to prove your worth |
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You can scream and shout, |
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But you got hold of the wrong stuff, you can't deny |
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You're on the way out, |
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Yes, no, maybe you got stupefied |
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No matter if you're too poor to shite |
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Get high as the proverbial, every single night |
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It's a deadly buzz and you can't stop screaming |
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You're chewing your own head and no, you're not dreaming |
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Over the falls without ever leaving the room |
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There's something unpleasant coming soon |
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Robocop told you winners don't use drugs |
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But now you've got the munchies for your own face- holy fuck! |
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You're naked, roaring, drinking hand sanitizer from a boot |
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Time to face the truth |
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You've had a trouser accident and you're smearing tonight |
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Something's just not right |
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Sadly, you're no longer legit |
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Hold on, something smells a bit like human shit |
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You can scream and shout, |
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But you got hold of the wrong stuff, you can't deny |
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You're on the way out, |
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Yes, no, maybe you got stupefied |
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Look here, everybody does drugs from time to time |
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But you, sir, have failed to keep this lesson top-of-mind |
