| I am ten toes down
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| To leave you ten toes up
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| In a hearse with the windows up
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| Belly up off that cheap wine
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| Relax
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| Kick the bucket seats back
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| Recline while we decline
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| You have the hand of Antigone
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| I can see it in your jeans (genes)
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| You have suicidal tendencies
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| And this might be the end of me
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| Cus its a rough route watching you get rubbed out
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| Til' the suns out
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| But damnit
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| If I have a hand in it can it still pass for abstinence?
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| Passive masochist, pushin your faith aside
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| As I take your thighs on a ride to the great divide
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| Face the sky innocent sinner
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| While I guide your Little Man in the Boat
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| Across the Styx River
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| Your body quivers beautifully
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| As Jodeci sings the eulogy
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| An eye for an eye so we’re bound the same
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| The candle’s lit and now you’re going down in flames
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| To rise like a Phoenix, the sound remains
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| And rigor mortis sets in
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| Now I’m your best friend
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| My destiny’s with Persephone
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| So its only right you get the best of me
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| Or whats left of me
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| Rest in peace to the lifeless
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| Closed casket, You don’t want your fam to see you like this
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| Your body fights in a desperate act of self-preservation
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| Gettin off at your Final Destination
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| Respiration is strained, take your last breath
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| As we exchange these Faces of Death
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| Come on |