I thought that you was dead
I see the acid baby
Someone wants to appear
Somebody makes me sick
Fucking and drink are all your game
You have nothing and have to explain
About cocaine
Don’t explain the way
You have problems in your eyes
Don’t believe that you can die
Just your needles to apply
Hanged in your own necktie
Fucking and drink are all your game
You have nothing, but have cocaine
Good cocaine
Don’t explain the way
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