I got the news today another friend dead I don't remember what poppa said I never listened anyway know he is just another one gone no mends to sow ain't that the way life goes get out the door and run.
I'm barely cooking, my breath is rotten to the core I'm saddle sore from riding this life and I'm feeling kind of mean
Nobody gives a damn anyway soon I will be back on the streets and I don't think I'll ever return
get out the door and burn alive
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