Slow death
Suck it down your throat That dirty sick smoke Your lungs are turning black I hope you fucking choke I can't stand the burning in my eyes My clothes fucking stink Can't wait for you to die I don't...
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Slow Death I called the doctor Up in the morning I had a fever It was a warning She said there's nothing I can prescribe To keep your raunchy bag of bones alive I got some money Give me one more shot...
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Once again, bartender. Thank you. I've been kind of busy intercepting some plans for a guerrilla raid. Mother, look. Trouble is, it's nearly made me miss my train. - Look, he's thumbing a ride from...
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