| You need to pour me another one
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| I need fluid, need the thirst to come undone
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| Blood gushing from my bowels and thru my veins
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| Come tomorrow it’ll all be the same
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| Hair of the dog that should’ve been mine is dead now
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| It’s a good mans way to get by
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| Keeps me awake — It keeps me alive
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| Guts turning pushing toxins
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| Festering bubbles of doom
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| When the machine of total intesticide runs
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| It runs on the heir of the dog
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| Great bloodbarf of the hog
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| It’s the only way to get by
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| If by chance you’re just as thirsty as I
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| Carve up another one — Serve me when I’m done
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| And for the poured I’ll raise yet another mug
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| Full to the brim — The fuel to power the lust
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| Avoid total dehydration
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| Hair of the dog that bit me
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| It’s the heir of the dog that bit me
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| You need to pour me another one
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| You need to make sure I won’t dry
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| You need to boldly offer me anything
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| Whether I’ll crawl or still stand tall |