This is a song I made for you
This is a
Safety pins through my nose
Smelly combats around my toes
Wrap it up, strap it in.
I'm in for a little
A pretty girl (she looks) so nice to me but
blowing through the sky
your instinct's running high
it's calling out your
Like a horse that doesn't touch the ground
It fucking
See that copper across the street
He's out for me, I
Johnny drummerboy is calling
in juli, an early morning
when his marching
Dying is a business [x4]
Life is over, you are dead
YOU TRY TO STRIP MY DIGNITY
BUT THAT WON'T WORK WITH
They like fashion
It's an obsesion
Working like fools
They like fashion
It's an
hey you, understand
quit now, start again
time to shut down
Always alone, always the same
Nowhere to go, it's not a
People try to bring us down
Not a chance when
Another day, I'm wondering
who's gonna bother me today
'cause every day
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