What the hell
Do you take me for?
I've got nothing left
To
I like Smokey, can I second that emotion?
It don't take much, to satisfy me,
I'll be your
Out on the floor with boys and girls
There's too many
You can call the coronerI'm better than halfway deadI only
Souvenirs of painNon-physicalColour me again,"Mr.Miserable"Voodoo that you doWea
Every Monday morningI wake with your bone in my throatSix
I'm look around, feeling lostThere's blood on my hands, and
My plan for living, in this centuryIs combination, of faith
You might thinkI'm walking epitomeOf Colnel KlinkBorne of stupidityI'm not
In a world of malice and greed.We're taking no more
I've been searching day by dayTrying to find another wayTo
Say you wanna free the reservesTo keep us running strong-It's
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