| If everything is going my way
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| Then why does it suck so much to be everywhere today
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| I’m like the captain of the football team
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| And every girl who’s someone in my school they wanna
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| Suck my dick or sleep with me
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| I get big props and high fives
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| For them quarterback sneaks from the thirty yard line
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| I never fucked with drugs
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| I only drink for the buzz
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| I can handle my liquor and my daddy is a judge
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| And he looks out for me
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| But what about the prom queen it’s been at least two
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| Week since she’s been heard from or seen
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| Susan Quesada, her mama is a lawyer and her daddy is a doctor
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| Her picture’s in my locker
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| Her body’s in the lagoon, underneath the lilly pads
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| Glow from the moon, dark watery tomb
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| Consumed her body then pulled her below
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| I wrapped her in my letterman coat and slit her throat
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| Then I let go, the loudest splash I ever heard
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| And from that day forward I haven’t spoken a word
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| The marsh lagoon (so many wanna dump there dead here)
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| Only the water (the waters know what stories they bare)
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| My names not important
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| You never thought you’d see the day when you would see
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| Me again but now I caught you
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| I’ve been abused, confused but uplifted
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| So I choose to keep this inside but that’s shifted
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| To a hate that will keep me alive until your heart stops
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| Padlock your pine box and drop it in a black marsh
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| To hell and back is where my mind has been
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| And once upon a time I had a friend I thought I really could confide in
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| Bad scratches and I touch it, uncomfortable feelin
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| Can’t sleep much at night, I’m crawlin the ceilin
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| Got me feelin like I’m sick and depressed
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| Cause everybody that I’ve told, well they just laid it to rest
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| But now I’m twenty five, and I’m sick of all the talk
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| And now I’m stalkin you
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| Waiting by the door that you’ll be walkin through
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| No disguise so you can recognize my face, and all the shame and disgrace
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| Will be the reason I dismantle you
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| I handle you like a candle, break you in half and then I laugh at you
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| Soak you in gas and make you flammable
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| I burn the body and I gather the ash
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| And then I sprinkle the lagoon every time I get the chance
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| I got dark secrets, initially I told everybody
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| One day I’ma snap and leave a crime scene bloody
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| But they only think I’m playin I’m just Dave from Donut Hut
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| They always like «What up Dave Nut» when I show up, but
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| That doesn’t really bother me I suppose
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| Yet there’s a darkness inside of me which eagerly grows
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| When I was younger I murdered off some neighborhood squirrels
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| And this abandoned garage was like my own private world
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| Now its honey, I had a bad dream again, I’m trippin
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| Demons eatin me alive and burnin within, I gotta feed it
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| I roll down another dark street
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| I’m tryin to find somethin alive so I can smother out its heartbeat
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| I’m thinkin a hooker, you think I’m bullshittin
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| I reached for my leathers but I only found my wife’s mittens
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| In the glove box, circled some blocks, I picked the chick up
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| I let her suck the dick up, before I cut her neck up
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| She kicked for em and I’m not puttin much in it
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| Never thought I’d get this bad, I’m glad I did it, I admit it
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| Feels so much better, a neck wetter, a throat shredder
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| I got blood on my sweater and I better not get ahead of myself
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| The first matter is disposable of the body
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| I found the perfect spot out past my uncle Marty’s
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| There’s some hidden lagoon where it be dark all the time
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| I dumped her there and got on with mine
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| Only the trees
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| Only the fish
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| Only the bugs
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| And only the water
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| Truly really know what happened that night
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| What went wrong, and how they got there (x2) |