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walk through hell
03:00
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This isn't the way it should be where everything you want is far more than it seems we hide the truth with lies we live to subsidize we trade our morals for our very own lives with all we know will we ever overthrow We had a dream that we would one day fucking find ourselves now everything you ever loved or lost just stuck in your head Don't tell me this is all we have I wanted more than living in this fucking misery all fucking hope is gone makes this life so fucking long
been dealt the shitiest of all the fucking shitiest hands and if you look beyond this hell do you see hope or is this already to you dead with all you know will we ever overthrow you had a dream that we would one day fucking find ourselves now everything you ever dreamt or loved just stuck in your head and im so glad for to burn this world to the ground to walk out dead just like we started who thought this would work out
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tallahassee
02:44
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His name was Dick Tallahassee he grew up in the fields of Tennessee
when he was awoken late one night and what he saw gave him quite a fright
his body was completely paralyzed and all he saw was glowing yellow eyes
he'll never forget what they did to him he's got the chip to prove it hidden under his skin
fuck you scully you should have believed him
fuck you mulder for being a bitch
as he layed under the lights he heard things that weren't quite right
they started coming towards him they grabbed their probes and stuck them in
he woke up on his lawn completely naked thats when he knew he was forsaken
his good friend was an alien he's never gonna be the same again
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uncle jenny
02:26
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Quit parking your horse in my brain uncle Jennys coming over
let's pee on that fiat cause you're dust in the wind
winner cause I lost let's go to the zoo
we're gonna park the students I love my false gods
having a horse attack
my mom's not your dad
having a horse attack
satan ain't that bad
I don't understand clockwork it's time to count the thread
uncle Jenny is my father cowbells the shit
I'm going back to the closet find my closet friends
fuck your euro sausage my names uncle sam
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aunty bruce
03:12
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Her name is auntie bruce she's got a leg on her face
I say what the fuck things shouldn't be that way
she tried the noose but her leg was in the way
her life fucking sucks especially with that shirt on
She likes getting diapered at the diarrhea club
there she goes check out that Ferrari
I think raisins suck stupid dried fruit
she's got a tattoo on her ass I think she's the drummer of the clash
she needs three chairs she owns five thongs
she needs three beers she owns five bong
she needs three chairs she owns five thongs
two for her leg one for her face
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hunchback of ultra lame
03:43
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Matts part
In love with herself way too much
Thinks she's really great we think that she's not
needs to spend time with all her good friends but there aren't many there
not mad did myself a favor not sad I don't need a downer
im glad that she's stuck where she is that's far away from here
Wills part
we think she really sucks unfortunately it's not the cock
she's got a hunch on her back I hope it fucking snaps
wanna stuff her face with a pillow I'm glad she never talks
no one cares what she thinks I hope she never wakes up
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