| Aha, what we have here is a failure to communicate
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| Come on!
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| Yeah, hey, hey
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| Tie an army to your boot straps, coffee in your blood
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| Wallet full of food stamps, pocket full of drugs
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| Blue prints to move this, city from the mud
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| You get a discount at the morgue, if you’re digging yourself up
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| Yeah, you go HAM, I’ll go back bacon
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| Taking steps towards death and the method is quite back breaking
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| Show up for dinner like a lab patient
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| Better yet a masked Jason you’re pointing at me like «Is that Satan?»
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| Not in the slightest lieutenant treat my organ like my rifle
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| I’m a spiteful Lou Bennett, I’m menace to all ministers
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| Evident star winners as vivid as all genesis, gimme a call, religion, engaged
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| I sip a soda can full of rage
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| And welcome Death’s doorbell ringing on me any day
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| Modern warfare best believe that many play
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| I’d rather die amongst the tribe than be alive as any slave
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| (Death march)
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| Walking towards our demise
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| I see the cliff, they see my eyes
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| This ain’t the time for goodbyes on a
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| (Death march)
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| Walking towards our demise
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| I see the cliff, they see my eyes
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| Nose dive!
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| Counting sheep, not for sleep
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| Counting them cause so many surrounding me
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| They walk the streets, they’re watching me
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| Lately I look over my shoulder constantly
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| Walking in haze foggy days for days
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| So foggy that I can hardly see the nuclear waste
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| So resorting to drastic measures propelling from roofs
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| Cement boots and tar feathers
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| La la lately feel sedated to
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| Slipping me poison, when I drink your wine and eat your food
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| Is it enough for you to change my mood?
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| How does it taste? |
| I think, I think I need a second scoop
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| How come this whiskey make us shifty?
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| Black magic, addicts, lining up early just to get tipsy
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| My family told me be careful, they know this life’s to risky
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| I told them to pay em no mind, while we marched in the line |