| Well I’m just a bag of guts and stuff,
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| And I’m all bloody inside.
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| A thin layer of skin is all that holds it in,
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| And I’m all bloody inside.
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| And if you see me, oh,
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| Don’t want to be me, no,
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| You’d probably close your eyes,
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| And inside me well it’s dark and gross as hell,
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| I’m not a pretty sight,
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| Cause and I’m all bloody inside.
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| I’m just a walkin' talkin' bag of guts and stuff,
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| And I’m all bloody inside.
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| If you want to get to know me,
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| Then I suggest you start on the outside,
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| Cause I’m sure that’s my good side,
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| And if you see me, oh,
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| Don’t want to be me, no,
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| You’d probably close your eyes,
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| And inside me well it’s dark and gross as hell,
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| And I’m not a pretty sight,
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| Cause and I’m all bloody inside,
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| Cause and I’m all bloody inside. |