| I never had the patience for guided meditation
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| And I fostered my relations with prescription medication
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| I’ve got Jameson and Codeine sweetly singing me to sleep
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| And I’m not in the mood for company, so would you please just let me be?
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| Tiptoe along the precipice of your faith, and pride, and prejudice
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| My vices ain’t my enemies, I’m not proud of them but I’m proud of me
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| Tiptoe along the precipice of your god and death and ignorance
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| It must b in our alchemy to bite whatevr hand that feeds
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| Sit and drink and think while you take stock
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| Are you down on your luck or completely fucked?
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| Are you giving in or are you giving up?
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| Ya' got a whole lot of woes in that half-full cup
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| So who’s going to have the all blood on their hands
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| When we manage to fuck up the master plan?
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| I’m not so sure we’ve got this figured out
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| When the bad thoughts come with the creeping doubts
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| I’m not so sure that we have got this figured out
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| When things never were quite as bad as they are now
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| Tiptoe along the precipice of your faith, and pride, and prejudice
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| My vices ain’t my enemies, I’m not proud of them but I’m proud of me
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| Tiptoe along the precipice of your god and death and ignorance
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| It must be in our alchemy to bite whatever hand that feeds
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| Ya' got to swing back at the heart attack
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| Ya' got 10 years clear, it’ll take you back
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| School shot up on a routine traffic stop
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| Or get your block knocked off in the gridlock
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| Tried to play God but that was no fun, so listen son
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| This town needs guns
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| This town needs guns
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| Tiptoe along the precipice of your faith, your pride, your prejudice
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| My vices ain’t my enemies, I’m not proud of them but I’m proud of me
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| Tiptoe along the precipice of your god and death and ignorance
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| It must be in our alchemy to bite whatever hand that feeds
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| Tiptoe along the precipice of your faith, and pride, and prejudice
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| My vices ain’t my enemies, I’m not proud of them but I’m proud of me
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| Tiptoe along the precipice of your god and death and ignorance
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| It must be in our alchemy to bite whatever hand that feeds |