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When the skip sinks, don't think, just sink with it
So now your fucking free
You call the shots under nine jealous "yes men"
I call the misery.
Blame the boss, now straight to bed.
Blame the strings, you sick puppet
But sometimes a string is just a fucking string
Now edie slackjaw taught his school with a half shell in his head.
He kept his kids happy and warm til the day they shot him dead.