Stand on both feet, hold my own,
No gun, no way to make a mark,
Impressed, obsessed with people dying,
No choice for you, good deaths a blessing,
Open wide and take your poison,
Count your blessings, before you lose them,
I might be mad about the way things are turning out,
You might be dead, theres one way out
Its not up, you better think twice.
No gun, no way to make a mark,
Impressed, obsessed with people dying,
No choice for you, good deaths a blessing,
Open wide and take your poison,
Count your blessings, before you lose them,
I might be mad about the way things are turning out,
You might be dead, theres one way out
Its not up, you better think twice.
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