What the **** is this?
How has it, that it's come so fast?
I gotta run through this list
Otherwise I'll never last
Run down the street
And to the left
Down by the swamp
Where they cook it life chefs
And wear dark clothes
You can't seem them at night
You're lucky if you get out
Fortunate for no firefight
So put your hood up
And your hat on
Look straight ahead
Before your casket's closed
Oct 19, 2010
Oct 19, 2010 at 3:59 PM UTC
What the **** is this?
How has it, that it's come so fast?
I gotta run through this list
Otherwise I'll never last
Run down the street
And to the left
Down by the swamp
Where they cook it life chefs
And wear dark clothes
You can't seem them at night
You're lucky if you get out
Fortunate for no firefight
So put your hood up
And your hat on
Look straight ahead
Before your casket's closed
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