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Once more to the fireBurn your fingers on your desireOnce more to the sunWhere your poison soul will twist withinDespair turns to despiseYour reality is feed by liesYou got your moneyYou got your cashFeed your honey upon your trashYou got your fistYour fist in the fireYou got your fistYour fist in the fireYour something sadSomething specialYour something sadSomething specialYour treated meanYour stayin' keenThe moneys inYour made of tinEach carrot finds its feding holeWork for your bodyBut your bodys soldYou got your fistYour fist in the fireYou got your fistYour fist in the fireYour something sadSomething specialYour something sadSomething special
Once more to the fireBurn your fingers on your desireOnce more to the sunWhere your poison soul will twist withinDespair turns to despiseYour reality is feed by liesYou got your moneyYou got your cashFeed your honey upon your trashYou got your fistYour fist in the fireYou got your fistYour fist in the fireYour something sadSomething specialYour something sadSomething specialYour treated meanYour stayin' keenThe moneys inYour made of tinEach carrot finds its feding holeWork for your bodyBut your bodys soldYou got your fistYour fist in the fireYou got your fistYour fist in the fireYour something sadSomething specialYour something sadSomething special