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My veins are blue and connected |
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And every single bone in my brain is electric |
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But I dig ditches like the best of 'em |
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Yo trabajo duro |
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Como en madera y yeso |
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Como en madera y yeso |
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And even God herself has fewer plans than me |
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But she never helps me out with my scams for free, though |
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She grabs a stick and then she pokes it at me |
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When I say nothing, I say everything |
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Yeah when I say nothing, I say everything |
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They put me down in a lazaretto |
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Born rotten, bored rotten |
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Making models of people I used to know |
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Out of coffee and cotton |
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And all of my illegitimate kids have begotten |
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Thrown down to the wolves, made feral for nothing |
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Quarantined on the Isle Of Man |
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And I'm trying to escape any way that I can, oh |
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Any way that I can, oh |
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I have no time left |
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Time is lost |
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No time at all, throw it in a garbage can |
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And I shake God's hand |
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I jump up and let her know when I can |
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This is how I'm gonna do it |
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[Guitar Solo] |
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They wanna blow down the prison |
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They're lighting fires with the cash of the masses |
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And like the dough I don't fall down |
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I'm so Detroit I make it rise from the ashes |
