| Oh, my veins are blue and connected
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| And every single bone in my brain is electric
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| But I dig ditches like the best of 'em
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| Yo trabajo duro
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| Como en madera y yeso
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| Como en madera y yeso
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| And even God Herself has fewer plans than me
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| But she never helps me out with my scams for free, though
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| She grabs a stick and then she points it at me
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| When I say nothing, I say everything
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| Yeah, when I say nothing, I say everything
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| They threw me down in a lazaretto
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| Born rottin', bored rotten
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| Makin' models of people I used to know
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| Out of coffee and cotton
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| And all my illegitimate kids have begotten
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| Thrown down to the wolves, made feral for nothin'
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| Quarantined on the Isle of Man
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| And I’m trying to escape any way that I can, oh
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| Any way that I can, oh
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| Damn, I have no time left, time is lost
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| No time at all, throw it in a garbage can
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| And I shake God’s hand
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| I jump up and let Her know when I can
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| This is how I’m gonna do it
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| They wanna burn down the prison
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| They’re lighting fires with the cash of the masses
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| And like the dough, I don’t fall down
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| I’m so Detroit, I make it rise from the ashes
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| Yeah, that’s it |