"As I bake in this rancid oven that we call
I am the scumbag that you want to kick,
because your
Pain in my eyes, in my head, in my soul
Pain
Screaming in horror, deafening in hate.
Bleeding with fear, writhing
I am the living dead
I see in infrared
I take what
Pretty boy with a gun, bang- bang, fun- fun.
Pretty
How do we get out from all they put out?
The
You love her but she loves him
And he loves somebody
You say it's not good enough for you, but then
She's out slummin' for another fix, down on her knees
A wang, dang, dang and a double fang, put you
Nothing's all right, nothing goes right, nothing is right for
Lost-lost-lost, finding nothing. Lost-lost-lost, finding nothing. Am I destined
Come, swallow, if you please, hand grasp throat up from
You'll never let me, you'll never get me, you'll never
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