weavin' some, weavin' some gold now
weavin' some, weavin' some gold
hey there kids,
don't be sad if theres not enough to
I don't want to dress in girls' clothes 'cause I'm
Cut them down and chop them up.
Take them to the
I don't need a girl to explode.
I can explode all
Everything is falling to shit.
I'm sure you know what I
Think you can rape the land and run like a
Everybody, everybody wants to be like you.
They don't know what
You deserve everything that you got
You don't get no second
If I see no reason
Then I see no prize
Without you
Here I am
Nothing is on TV.
I'm lonely again,
What the
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