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I'm not myself, I am A broken boxer, stuffed with glass and sand This is not how health should feel Songs sung from the lungs of the elderly I'm dead now, check my chest and you'll see The life has been mined from me, burned for the heat, oh I'm dead now, can you hear the relief? As life's belligerent symphony's finally cease, oh
I put my heart where my mouth is And now I can't thumb it down again I've gone deviled my kidneys Now he's living inside of me If we can't bring an exorcist I'll settle for one of your stiffest drinks We'll scream hell towards heaven's door And I'll piss on your front porch I'm dead now, check my chest and you'll see The life has been mined from me, burned for the heat, oh I'm dead now, can you hear the relief? As life's belligerent symphony's finally cease, oh We're all dead now Join hands and we'll sing To the glory of hell And the virtue of sin O-ooh, oh, oh O-ooh, oh, oh O-ooh, oh, oh O-ooh, oh, oh There's something wrong with me There's something wrong with me
Aah, there's something wrong with me And it reads nothing like poetry So will you love me in spite of these tics and inconsistencies? There's something wrong with me, oh There's something wrong with me, oh And it reads nothing like poetry Aah, you love me in spite of these tics and inconsistencies There's something wrong with me
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