| Leather arms, chains and bells!
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| Thank yourself to your grave
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| Look inside just to see your face
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| And thank yourself, thank yourself
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| Milk and water, take a sip!
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| Pesticides, served to you on plate
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| Then thank yourself, thank yourself
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| Inside that room of broken trumpets
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| All playing different songs
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| A running faucet with no handle
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| Mounds of the thumbtacks fill the floor
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| And the walls
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| Walls shedding tears of wax
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| The candle never seems to burn
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| Their skin is growing blades of grass
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| They want no more, they want no more
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| They want no more, they want no more
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| They want no more, they want no more
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| Burning hair as you wake!
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| Pat it down, fall right back to sleep
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| Then thank yourself, thank yourself
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| Bleeding gums, poked from the syringe
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| And pat it down, gotta tape it up
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| Then thank yourself, thank yourself |