Well, Hey, Son Welcome To My Corner Say - Hey, Son, Won't You Pass The Bottle Let Me Say, Son, Be Happy That Your Breathing It's A Pain, Son Even If It Fits Me Listen, Hey, Son, - Won't You Spend A Quarter It's A Game, Son, And No One Knows The Winner It's A Shame, Son, Since Mine Is Dead You'll Keep That Burning Flame, Son, Or Share The Filth With Me Your Choice
There Are Lots Of Triggers, Daggers And No Use Prayin' You Give Sixty Dollars Or Just Sixty Cents Even A Single Dime Here May Be Worth The Crime
You'll Hear A Pow - Pow - Pow - Pow - Pow And You're Gone It's About Not Loosin' Nothin', 'Cause Still It's Gone Don't Bother, Sins Are Transparent, So To Say If You Loose Control You'd Better Just Sign The Letter Your Shoes Don't Have To Lead Up To N.Y.C. This Corner You'll Find All Over The World If You Have A Dream To Flee From It All Just Flee From Human Kind And You'll Be Home There Are Lots Of Triggers, Daggers And On Use Prayin' You Give Sixty Dollars Or Just Sixty Cents Even A Single Dime Here May Be Worth The Crime You'll Maybe Do It Fine If You Learn In Time Or You'll Read "Game Over" And Kiss It Goodbye |
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