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A pig sweat-dripping |
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Scratching his balls a male |
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Since day one the lowest self-esteem, bound to fail |
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Not a single word |
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Small talk is done with a fist |
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Suicidal |
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Heirloom shotguns and opened wrists |
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Talks like a stroke in slow motion |
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Feeling fine, not a day over dead |
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Drop-dead-ugly, fucked up abortion |
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Shits while eats, same inside head |
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This is what northern men are made of |
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This how northern men are made |
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Hey honey, don't care what's your name is |
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Just one thing I crave, take off that dress, I'm your man |
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Hey honey, flowers belong on graves |
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I'll drag you down in the shades of shame |
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Nevertheless I'm your man |
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Yes I am! |
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A true self-loather |
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Head stuck tight in the noose |
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When given bottle sings his rueful blues through the booze |
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And them women |
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Anything goes of course |
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A masturbator |
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Yet a long-time fan of intercourse |
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Agora-xeno-homophobic |
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An ignorant redneck to the bone |
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Home is where the vacant sty is |
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With balls erected the seeds are sown |
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This is what northern men are made of |
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This how northern men are made |
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Hey honey, don't care what's your name is |
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Just one thing I crave, take off that dress, I'm your man |
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Hey honey, flowers belong on graves |
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I'll drag you down in the shades of shame |
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Nevertheless I'm your man |
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Yes I am! |
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Hey honey, don't care what's your name is |
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Just one thing I crave, take off that dress, I'm your man |
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Hey honey, flowers belong on graves |
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I'll drag you down in the shades of shame |
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Nevertheless I'm your man |
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Yes I am! |