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She’s got a sickness that can’t be fixed
Covers her pain with red lipstick
She can’t forgive herself for what she’s did
Traded her baby for one more dog food hit
His body harbors no sole to be sold
He was never young and he will never get old
Never had a heart or any kindness to show
Abandoned for a grave of pure white snow
Big money mongers merely pig in the shit
Masturbate to caviar cars and fake tits
Me I pick asparagus right from the ditch
Then I pray that when I die its painless and swift
Everybody’s just a dust book on the rack
They don’t care if you leave or if you ever come back
A mind designed to pleasure just one
Dies for desire as it burns in the sun
