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I am ten toes down |
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To leave you ten toes up |
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In a hearse with the windows up |
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Belly up off that cheap wine |
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Relax |
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Kick the bucket seats back |
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Recline while we decline |
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You have the hand of Antigone |
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I can see it in your jeans (genes) |
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You have suicidal tendencies |
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And this might be the end of me |
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Cus it's a rough route watching you get rubbed out |
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Til' the suns out |
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But damnit |
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If I have a hand in it can it still pass for abstinence? |
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Passive masochist, pushin your faith aside |
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As I take your thighs on a ride to the great divide |
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Face the sky innocent sinner |
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While I guide your Little Man in the Boat |
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across the Styx River |
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Your body quivers beautifully |
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As Jodeci sings the eulogy |
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An eye for an eye so we're bound the same |
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The candle's lit and now you're going down in flames |
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To rise like a Phoenix, the sound remains |
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And rigor mortis sets in |
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Now I'm your best friend |
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My destiny's with Persephone |
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So it's only right you get the best of me |
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Or what's left of me |
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Rest in peace to the lifeless |
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Closed casket, You don't want your fam to see you like this |
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Your body fights in a desperate act of self-preservation |
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Gettin off at your Final Destination |
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Respiration is strained, take your last breath |
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As we exchange these Faces of Death |
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Come on. |
