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Oct 2011
Stand up
Better say your prayers
Better pack your gun
Cause I'm bringing heat
like the sun
I'm going to sit you down
in your six feet seat
I hope you can see

your not worth the dirt
I'm going to bury you in

Everything you think you've seen
well that's your fault
Go a head and drink another glass
of your ****
But don't you know that the faces in the smoke
they are not real?
No, they aren't after you
You've become the fool
You've become their fool

but your not worth the dirt
you're already buried in

Stand up
Better say your prayers
Better pack your gun
Cause I'm firing down  
like the sun
I'm going to sit you down
in your six feet seat
I hope it's comfortable

your not worth the dirt
I'm going to bury you in

Everything you think you've seen
well that's your fault
Go a head and drink another glass
of your ****
But don't you know that the faces in the smoke
they are not real?
No, they are not real
Hows that make you feel?
Hows that make you feel?

That your not worth the dirt
you're buried in
Probably one of the meanest things I've written, but sometimes you have to hear things your don't like.
Chad A Dolezal
Written by
Chad A Dolezal  Omaha, NE
(Omaha, NE)   
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