| Traces of cyanide in your cigarette
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| Gun full of bullets for your russian roulette
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| (We all feel sorry for you now)
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| Your luck is flying like a bat out of hell
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| You’re empty-handed at your life’s show-and-tell
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| (You have no idea what’s coming down)
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| (A million voices call from the other side)
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| (If you could hear them you would be terrified!)
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| Good luck, you’re fucked!
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| And we hate to see you go, man
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| But everyone knows you’re screwed
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| Good luck, you’re fucked
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| It’s like a losing game of hangman
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| The letter we need is U
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| U, U, U
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| Good luck!
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| Piss in your coffee and there’s nails in your bread
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| Snakes in your toilet and a shark in your bed
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| (We all feel sorry for you now)
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| The grim reaper’s grading your show-and-tell
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| That bat is taking your life back into hell
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| (You have no idea what’s coming down)
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| (A million voices call from the other side)
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| (If you could hear them you would be terrified!)
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| Good luck, you’re fucked
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| And we hate to see you go, man
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| But everyone knows you’re screwed
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| Good luck, you’re fucked
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| And your life’s about to blow, man
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| And everyone knows but you
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| You, you, you
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| Good luck!
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| (Good luck)
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| (You're fucked)
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| (Good luck)
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| Good luck, you’re fucked
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| And we hate to see you go, man
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| But everyone knows you’re screwed
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| Good luck, you’re fucked
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| And your life’s about to blow, man
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| And everyone knows but you
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| You, you, you
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| Good luck! |