| The floor 'round his body slowly started to crack
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| He was screamin’but no one could do nothin’but step back
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| He plunged below until the level beneath
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| Broke five ribs both hands and blew out his teeth
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| But the level below is where they all want his position
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| They all look the other way and continue with bull shittin'
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| The floor’s crackin’again he screams help someone
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| And then smashed down right through it like something engulfed him
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| There once was a man of power who lived on top of his high rise (his high rise)
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| Bloody red were his eyes, they say wealthiest in town (in town)
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| First his chair crushed beneath him, even with the help of his top guys (top
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| guys)
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| They couldn’t lift him up that day somethin’was pullin’him down (down)
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| The floor 'round his body slowly started to crack
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| He was screamin’but no one could do nothin’but step back
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| He plunged below until the level beneath
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| Broke five ribs both hands and blew out his teeth
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| But the level below is where they all want his position
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| They all look the other way and continue with bull shittin'
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| The floor’s crackin’again he screams help someone
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| And then smashed down right through it like something engulfed him
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| His beat up and broken body blasting its way down the high rise (high rise)
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| Leaving a hole on every level, which others gather around (around)
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| He’s screaming as he’s falling don’t let them take me from my life (my life)
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| Dropping tier by tier something was pulling him down
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| Ahhh
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| Crashing down through every level all the people turn and look away
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| Somebody help me, help me Somebody help me, help me Crashing down through every level all the people turn and look away
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| Somebody help me, help me Somebody help me, help me He was old and weak and frail (frail frail), he casted hell
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| from his high rise (his high rise)
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| Some say his building was so tall so on the world he looked down (down)
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| I bet now he wishes it wasn’t built from the ground up a mile (o o o)
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| Every level brings him closer down to whatever’s in the ground
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| (whatever's in the ground)
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| The floor 'round his body slowly started to crack
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| He was screamin’but no one could do nothin’but step back
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| He plunged below until the level beneath
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| Broke five ribs both hands and blew out his teeth
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| But the level below is where they all want his position
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| They all look the other way and continue with bull shittin'
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| The floor’s crackin’again he screams help someone
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| And then smashed down right through it like something engulfed him
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| Nobody really seemed to care much on any level
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| Watchin’him fall and guessin’that he’ll meet the devil
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| His head hit a rock maybe a pipe I don’t know and know
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| But he was dead and now he’s still got eight floors to go He landed in a kitchen on a tray of steak blades
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| Even though he was dead his hair went flippin’off the maze
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| What was left of his body smashed through all the floors
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| A mangled ball of meat rolled out the front doors |