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why do you love to lick my wounds,
why do
you love to feel my pain,
why do you love to suck my life
why do you look so motherfuckin' dead
dead dead
why
do I feel so dead
why do I feel so
high
high
high
high
high
kill me I'm a dope fiend
do not
touch me for I am unclean
kill
your television do it for god
kill me
kill
(the corpse holding your credit
card)
kill me
screaming insects hail the queen
welcome the killer home
hold me close to your dead heart
and
let the rapist roam
put your bloody hands on me
and whisper in my ear
burning bodies keep us warm
and have
for a million years
why do you love to lick my wounds,
why do you love to feel my pain, pain, pain, pain
why do
you love to suck my life
why do you love to lick my wounds,
why...
yeah motherfucker I'm high
and I'm thankful
just to be alive
yeah motherfucker I'm high
and I'm thankful just to be alive
yeah motherfucker I'm high
and
I'm thankful just to be alive
yeah motherfucker I'm high
and I'm thankful just to be alive
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