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Date : Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Time : 10:58 PM Title : Yeah here we go for the hundredth time,
Hand grenade pins in every line Throw 'em up and let something shine Going out of my fucking mind Filthy mouth, no excuse Find a new place to hang this noose String me up from atop these roofs Knot it tight so I won't get loose Truth is you can stop and stare Bled myself out and no one cares Dug a trench out, laid down there With a shovel up out to reach somewhere Yea someone pour it in, Make it a dirt dance floor again Say your prayers and stomp it out When they bring that chorus in I bleed it out Digging deeper just to throw it away I bleed it out Digging deeper just to throw it away I bleed it out Digging deeper just to throw it away Just to throw it away Just to throw it awayI bleed it out Go, stop the show Chop your words in a sloppy flow Shotgun opera, lock and load Cock it back and then watch it go Mama help me, I've been cursed Death is rolling in every verse Candypaint on his brand new hearse Can't contain him, he knows he works Fuck this hurts, I won't lie Doesn't matter how hard I try Half the words don't mean a thing And I know that I won't be satisfied So why, try ignoring him Make your dirt dance floor again Say your prayers and stomp it out When they bring that chorus in I bleed it outI've opened up these scars I'll make you face thisI pulled myself so far I'll make you face this now |
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