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Intoxication, filled with the medications |
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Sedation powder made from hatians |
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Put me in this fuckin situation |
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My lungs are cold and feelin like they explodin |
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I'm loaded, wrote it all down |
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I'm givin you this invitation |
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To come and visit me, come into my mind |
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And sit a minute, join the spirits |
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To take the time to unwind and you'll find |
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The DNA ain't fallin far from the tree |
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Come from a long line of the murderous kind |
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So don't be fuckin with me |
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You wanna check the history |
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Just pull the newspaper clippin's |
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And find the trailer where it happened |
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I bet the blood is still drippin |
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And I'm sippin on |
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Kerosene, and it's just to make me enabled |
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To let the world know that my family is more than unstable |
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And I might be the black sheep for the secrets that |
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I'm tellin |
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More than half my bloodline is layin dead on a felon |
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And I ain't sellin no lies, my last name is a curse |
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I'm hopin that |
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I survive yeah, just to finish this verse |
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I see the hearse |
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Kerosene, go get the matches |
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Light this thing and burn the branches |
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End the pain and suffering |
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Burn it up and kill my family tree |
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From way back, |
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I remember my father's expression |
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When the telephone ring at 3am you didn't have to stop and question |
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Cause we knew that dark cloud was hangin just like a noose |
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The only thing on our mind was death and who did he choose |
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The time my cousin ate a bullet and my other cousin followed |
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When they sister heard the news, that's when the |
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Drano got swallowed |
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Seen my first closed-casket just before |
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I could talk |
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And I almost met the same fate just before |
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I could walk |
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I lost my aunt to a pistol with her husband on the other end |
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Nine years old and already noticed a trend |
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So many friends dead and buried |
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Many coffins been carried |
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On a first name basis with too many cemeteries |
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And I'm weary of my fate, scared for the ??kids, and me?? |
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Cursed like the |
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Von Erichs, somethin like the ?? |
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Kennedy's?? |
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Say a prayer for me, if you're down on a knee |
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And pray to |
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God you ain't branches on my dyin family tree |
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Kerosene, go get the matches |
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Light this thing and burn the branches |
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End the pain and suffering |
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Burn it up and kill my family tree |
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Chop, chop, chop it down |
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When a dead tree fall, does it make a sound |
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Chop, chop, chop it down |
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When a dead tree fall, does it make a sound |
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Chop, chop, chop it down |
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When a dead tree fall, does it make a sound |
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Chop, chop, chop it down |
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When a dead tree fall, does it make a sound |
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Kerosene, go get the matches |
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Light this thing and burn the branches |
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End the pain and suffering |
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Burn it up and kill my family tree |
