| Another hungover morning in the bottom of the Black
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| Lagoon
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| Purgatory disguised as a room with a view
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| I used to be in heaven looking down… now I know the
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| inferno from the inside
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| And you can’t see out them windows
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| And smoke gets in your eyes
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| And eyes just wanna cry cry cry cry cry cry cry…
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| An obscene sprawling landscape of NOTHING
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| And NOTHING is its middle name
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| Meet you on the corner of Nothing and Nowhere… where
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| in hell is that?
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| So flat you can’t see ten feet in front
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| I want everything to disappear
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| Give me an ISOLATION TANK, make a withdrawal from my
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| BLOOD BANK
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| Give me another STIFF one… and make it a double
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| I don’t know when I’ve had enough
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| But I’ve NEVER had enough and I’ve never bin BAD
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| enough
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| I need it and I need it BAD
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| And if it ain’t bad it ain’t worth having
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| I ain’t the most popular boy I know, that’s common
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| knowledge in this town
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| I’m trying hard to D.I.Y. |
| but everything is broken
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| down
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| GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH… You get what’s coming to ya
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| You get a stomach tumour
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| You get a stake right through your HEART
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| I recognize thee Satan and I spit in thine face
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| Whatever happened to the human race?
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| What happened to the humanistic faith?
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| What happens to human waste?
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| I wanna get the hell out but there ain’t much hope of
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| that
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| FALLEN into the ABYSS like a roach in a trap
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| There ain’t a hope in Hades… there ain’t a hope in
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| Hell
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| There ain’t a hope in Hades… there ain’t a hope in
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| HELL
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| I don’t need a mother no more
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| I’d rather be an ORPHAN or a SONOVABITCH or a BASTARD
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| SON who’s been dug
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| up DEAD, worms in eyesockets, holes in ma head
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| Don’t excavate if you ain’t diggin for gold
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| Cos it’s a long way up when you’re SIX FEET UNDER
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| Under a pile of HUMAN DEBRIS
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| A life fulla LIES and SHIT and RUBBLE
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| You wanna save yourself the trouble
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| GORY GLORY HALLELUJAH… You get what’s comin to ya
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| You get a stomach tumour
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| You get a stake right through your HEART
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| IT ISN’T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO
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| Staring into a waste of space
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| Bring on the MONOTONY bring on the LOBOTOMY
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| And make it a double, and make it a pact
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| I’ve had more than I can stand--and hors d’oeuvre of
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| maniac
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| I’ve had more fun in an IRON LUNG
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| I’m cancelling my NEXT BIRTHDAY
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| I mo wait til the witching hour then watch my life
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| come tumblin' down
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| The moon’s so full it’s spilling over
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| There ain’t a hope in HADES… THERE AIN’T A HOPE IN
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| HELL
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| IT ISN’T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO
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| GLORY GORY HELLELUJAH… You get what’s coming to ya
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| You get a stake right through ya through ya
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| You get a stake right through your HEART
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| IT ISN’T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO
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| NO IT AIN’T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN
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| DO
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| DESCEND… DESCEND
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| DESCEND… DESCEND… DESCEND… DESCEND |