| Bad days coming down. |
| I’m barefoot to the ground.
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| Close my lid, it’s over.
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| Lay awake, let him suffer.
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| Here I am, stick it in, see what’s boiling under.
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| All the bugs on my ceiling dead and crushed just as I.
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| They know my name 'cause we feel the same.
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| They know my name 'cause we’re all the same now.
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| I’m awake now, way down, and I’m not looking up anymore.
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| Cool breeze blowing loud. |
| I think I’m losing ground.
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| Rednecks showing under.
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| Billygoat looking fucker, eating shit.
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| Worn and torn but I got more under.
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| You stare at me with your better. |
| Numb and dumb, I got a gun.
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| And I know your name, soon we’ll look be the same.
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| I know your name, soon we’ll look the same.
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| I’m awake now, way down, and it don’t hurt that much anymore.
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| Billygoat looking fucker, shooting shit,
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| Chewing holes in the sun of summer.
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| Fall the bugs from the ceiling.
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| Numb and dumb acid run.
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| Fly without a name, nothing looks the same now.
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| They knew my name, but it’s not the same now.
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| I’m awake now way down,
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| And I’m not doing proud anymore. |