| Gohhhmm...my throat muscle's completely shredded... you tell no one that money digs(gets?)in on you sunny pension I'll spaceout would he want it rippin' out all your hair puttin' on my clothes why would I want you with a blunt-edged bonesaw with a blunt-edged bonesaw and I got no focus got no focus... ...ayy-oh... |
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