It`s like picking up the pieces is a daily chore Thinking of your time card forms a habit Watching rick folks on T.V.`s like picking a sore Fuck it all, they can have it And now I`m loaded like a gun again Like a plague of locusts heaven sent Just a ball of dissension with a death perception I won`t sweat the definition of content
They said "better safe than sorry" and "look out for #1" I heard "only play the cards your shown" Fuck what they say It doesn`t matter anyway Only in your grave are you alone
Like grown men staring with little boy`s eyes And actresses speaking with conviction These people should demand a pulitzer prize For various works of fiction
"Judge a book by it`s cover" And "keep one eye on your back" I heard "only play the cards your shown" I say fuck what they say It doesn`t matter anyway Only in your grave are you alone
So many people with so much to show Rotting away in their own little holes One can only wonder why I`ll celebrate my home But know that I`m not alone Only fools are "along for the ride" In think of the size Of the world that`s right outside Please don`t waste it trying to hide
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