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Skinny kid flippin' out |
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A prissy little thing with a tan |
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Was an outcast in the basement |
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Tryin' anything he can |
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The skirts spit words like razor blades |
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To keep him off their trail |
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He keeps a chant of silence |
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For a moment in his cell |
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The dirty rat is sellin' things he can't afford |
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He leaves his misery to play |
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In the Soma |
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City Ward |
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Soma City |
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Ward Pieces of the son-of-a-bitch |
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Float around the crowd |
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He wears his bad intentions like a cape or a shroud |
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Then he blew his mind on |
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Drano From his third story hotel room |
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Yeah he missed the pool by inches |
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So he won't be walkin' soon |
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The dirty rat is seein' things he can't ignore |
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He left is body for a day |
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In the Soma |
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City Ward |
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Soma City |
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Ward All these people in his head |
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Sayin' to jump out and you'll be free |
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Come sleep in my demon bed |
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Hope that you want it as bad as me |
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The dirty rat is seein' things he can't ignore |
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He leaves his misery to play |
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In the Soma |
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City Ward |
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Soma City |
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Ward Soma |
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City Ward |
